Page 15 of The Jaded Notes

You thought I’d crawl when you closed that gate.

But baby, I’ve built tracks from spite and hate.

You taste regret in every breath.

While the day’s playmate is sliding across my chest.

You let him in as soon as I was gone.

But I’m the ghost in your bed, still writing songs.

You’re screaming at a flame that’s died.

But I’m out the door, pride fueling my stride.

Your name’s not etched on this ride.

Just echoes screaming from the other side.

I’m on a packed train of lace, leather, and fire.

No stops left for has-beens and liars.

Packed train full of satin and sin.

I lost the past and found my grin.

Nooo, babe. I won’t slow down, not for you, not again.

Ohhh, babe. I’m speeding through a world where love is pretend.

No more room, no seats for sale.

Just smoke, steel, and a kiss farewell.

You sold OUR souls for a midnight thrill.

Now you’re standing still while I chase the kill.

You’re a rerun, babe. Now I’m the star.

Too loud to miss, I raise the bar.

I’m on a packed train of satin, scars, and sin.

Don’t wave me down.

You won’t get in.

Doors locked tight with a thunderous sound.

I’m gone, girl, and glory bound.

No mercy seat, no looking behind.

Just music, metal, and a savage mind.

I don’t give a fuck ’bout you anymore.