a force, a power condemns me to life
stuck in traffic, stuck in love
the person in the mirror spits at me,
soaking me with the hottest fire
the longer I stand here, motionless
the colder I become...it will help
right? I'll make an enemy of the world,
the demon that controls all around me
is there no other way to put it down
than to show it has won?
why do I still cry?