There is no logic in your madness, there is no logic in your sadness you don't gain a single thing from misery take it from me.

She was driving through the woods, making a regret, never looking back, to the one she wanted to forget, but she can’t move on, no not yet, her heart is broke, but her mind is set, tryna get rid of the memories they kept, eyes are getting blurry, cause she’s so upset, tears down her cheek, alone once again, driving off to where this all began, No this is not the end no not yet Living on the edge making that still making that regret.

Some people listen to hear,
and some listen to respond.

Some people talk to be heard,
and some talk because they can’t stand the silence.