The venting stage

She cant sleep

She tosses and she turns

They can put out the spark.

But the flame still burns.

Shes hot-headed

They wonder when the fuck she’ll learn

Theres a dead end everywhere that she turns

She cant stop

Everyone is on her ass

Road rage is her way

Of forgetting the past

She keeps looking out her rear view

Seeing its far from a clear view

She notices herself in the mirror

Her reflection is see through...