At every turn,
At every chance,
These people look at me with a gnarly glance,
What have I done that seems so wrong,
Was I a criminal, was I incapable, did I hurt them for so long.
I walk and walk and I lead to nowhere
The road coming to an end and I’m the only one on here
It’s better if I stay here because if I reach my destination,
I would have to deal with all of them
The people that stop a...