Pulling away, leaving behind
the memories, the love, the warmth, my mind
Picking up speed, escaping the past
the worries, the pain, the anguish, outcast
Accelerating, visions are beginning to blur
inside, screaming, twisting, longing for her
Speeding, the machine, vibrating it shakes
it might just be me, do I have what it takes
Fighting to hold on, I am hitting the bend
excitement, release, approaching the end
Sliding, screaching, tyres trying to hold
an instant of noise, pain, it's getting so cold
No longer the senses, no sight, smell or touch
although floating away, I remember so much
will I find her again, will she recognise me
did I do the right thing, will I finally be free
Jul 5, 2025
Jul 5, 2025 at 6:23 AM UTC
Pulling away, leaving behind
the memories, the love, the warmth, my mind
Picking up speed, escaping the past
the worries, the pain, the anguish, outcast
Accelerating, visions are beginning to blur
inside, screaming, twisting, longing for her
Speeding, the machine, vibrating it shakes
it might just be me, do I have what it takes
Fighting to hold on, I am hitting the bend
excitement, release, approaching the end
Sliding, screaching, tyres trying to hold
an instant of noise, pain, it's getting so cold
No longer the senses, no sight, smell or touch
although floating away, I remember so much
will I find her again, will she recognise me
did I do the right thing, will I finally be free
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