Hitting the road with high hopes to get in once I’ve fit in. Stumbling my whole life never a sense of belonging.. What’s it feel like must be nice. Is it serene how bout peace of mind.broken homes reminding me Hitting the road just one more time. Like the pot of gold my rainbow ends with peace of mind. But that beast the devil truly lies. I’ll never reach that point in time. Depression and anxiety with a drug fueled life. Being normal must be nice. So I’m Hitting the road just one more time just maybe hopes to be sublime all jokes aside my roads end in a life of crime. Hitting the road Time after time