Driving myself insane, your words, no your lies a fog. I am fumbling down a road made of this insanity, fogged by your facade. Driving my self over this cliff, you help me with your hand on my neck. I’ve been blinded by your eyes, while it was just a disguise, a mask. You’re telling me you love me only to slam me on a wall, I’m driving down this road, our home no longer a humble abode.