Collide

Why is it that under the shadow of the sun, shades on, an overcrowding chill rolls up in your spine? I'm in a car driving 10,000 miles an hour on a highway called love. And i don't know how i got here. I was just minding my own business then all of the sudden i was put out. I was dragged out of reality and into this world where madness rules. I can't seem to get my life on track. I'm not ok. Im not fucking ok. Without any inch of privacy i am dreprived of a right. The right to love your love. The thing is i can't. I can't love anymore. And that's something i've been finding out about myself lately. I'm not made for that. I thought i was. But im not. And thats a problem. Again, im not ok. Everywhere i look, i see couples kissing or hugging or holding hands. And i dare to ask myself: Am i ever going to be like them? Everywhere there's temptation, almost nowhere: hope. The fear of dying alone is overshadowed by the fear of living alone.