So where are we going
Having sworn yourself in
An unwelcome hitchhiker
With a gun to my head
I thought you would heal
Like the rest of my wounds
But since you’re not leaving
Just make yourself at home
Put away that pistol
Your bullets have been spent
And somehow I survived
Every hole that you made
I understand your grip
But I must move forward
And since you won’t leave me
I’m dragging you along
I built you a sidecar
So I can keep going
I couldn’t just let you
Control me anymore
Your voice will be muffled
So don’t bother speaking
Feel free to disappear
If you’re not having fun
-Rondym Kiefe