Things were never suppose to go this way,
They were never suppose to end,
I imagined them differently,
But they changed so suddenly near the end.
I had no time to change my course of action,
I couldn't move from the path I was in,
I saw the collision coming,
I could only close my eyes and stand,
That's the dirty side of life.
Watching the storm roll in without bein' able to move.
Alls your left with is the broken pieces in your hand,
With no where to go,
Who would understand why you didn't move?