Dead End Street

Sit back and enjoy the ride
The people and lives going by
Everyone here has somewhere they should go
Something they should do
Someone they should be
But you're just another broken heart
On the road to fatal depression
And the traffic's backed up for miles
On this melancholy drive
So many people striving to reach
Nothing
So drive around with the windows down
Music pounding
From the radio to your veins
Cigarette in one hand
Mind filled with memories of
Addictions and hangovers
Nothing out of the ordinary
The same old wretched life
The same old drive
And so the road to suicide will claim another;
The ghosts of your brothers and sisters
In life and death
Cry out with tear-stained eyes,
"Welcome to Dead End Street!"