Motivation and desirre now take the wheel,
no need to deal with fake smiles, smile for real,
think of any happy moment, you have plenty,
most times i go back to when i was twenty,
kissing a bentley and knewing our time,
was quickly qinding down, acted all fine,
when deep down i am a complete wreck,
yet none will find out cause none want to check,
no more putting pointless meaning behind messages
sent to my cell unless to later inspire sentences,
why send me this? it's better not to know,
so i take my few belongings and quickly hit the road,
everyone hops by like toads, needing to fly,
rearing their hind legs to hop off to the sky,
no time to ask why, no time left to say
one word since every girl i've love goes their seperate way.