The song, the road and the anger.

Walking to my house
trying not to get there,
but not planning on getting lost.
Trying to forget how you made me feel,
because I know its not your fault.
But for sure I'm not just making it up.
It is real, sort of.
Then it starts to play one of my favorite songs,
headphones as glued as they can be to my ears...
The beat it's just perfect,
it gets along pretty well with my feet,
it reminds me all my anger
and turns into rage all of my fears.
Thats what I love the most of this road,
everytime I get to walk it by my own...
There are no longer places we once shared,
I guess I'm starting to clear your trace;
it doesnt mean I don't remember you,
I do, obviously I do.
I'm getting sick and tired of all the old stuff I used to hear.
You can stay, but for today I can't say if I'm ever going back there; for all I know: I won't regret.
Turning a "we" into an "I", cause I'm just kinda loving to turn things up.
Sorrounded by all my friends I can swallow the feel,
but when I'm alone, I just keep turning into rage all my fears;
and that song it's helping me to get along with my grieve,
the beat is so strong and when someone brings you into the chat, well, I just turn myself into that beat.
I'm just turning myself into that careless beat.