| What To Do? |
| Side to side, shaking violently Starting to lose control Do I let it go Or try to take hold Hands off the wheel I swerve to the side Or hands back on And the world and moral laws I abide I think to myself An accident they will see Never knowing the true intent Was to get rid of me But they will know They will have doubt in their mind They know how badly I want it They know my kind But I�m not the same I have no pain I just want it over I want my last stop on the train |