Gemma Ray
100 MPH (In 2nd Gear)
A long, long time ago (but not so long ago though)Days went slow but the weeks flew fast, flying past and calling us, "Hurry up!"Some people push and shove, other ones aren't tough enoughChewing things over and over insideThen down that chute they slide, by the waysideIt's like driving one hundred miles per hour in second gearJumped through one too many hoops to prove you shoot not in cold blood but fearThis place is so austere, but I feel safe in hereFeels like a little prison in my mindNo blinds to draw down when the dark decidesIt's like driving one hundred miles per hour in second gearJumped through one too many hoops to prove you shoot not in cold blood but fearRain's coming down thick and fastPressed up against the glassThe cold precision of the wipersDo nothing to make our journey brighterIt's like driving one hundred miles per hour in second gearJumped through one too many hoops to prove you shoot not in cold blood but fear
From Letras Mania