So many thoughts can run through your mind in a short time. The speedometer is not working, but do we really need to know how fast we are going? I miss the exit, the phone rings, I'll be late. And then more thoughts. What if I have already missed the exit?

The road is empty. Freezing, I crouch lower and fight the cold by going even faster.

Pack up all the things that you don't deserve
Take another swing, Here comes a curve ball
I bet you can't hit it cos you'll swing to soon

She says, Maybe it's over
He says there's plenty more fish in the sea
I say, Don't go away
Don't go away
Please don't go away from me

Take those damn pictures off that shelf
Put away your mommy you don't need her
I found you a new one she'll be here soon

And She says my God it's over
He says I found another fish in the sea
I say why me?
Why me?
Why me?
Why is it me?