The smell of a burning match is comforting
And right now, I need something to calm me
To distract me from confronting what I had done
My stomach is turning
And my conscience is yearning to speak up
But my mouth is shut
My hands tremble as I glance down
I notice blood on my sleeves
I close my eyes as if to leave
As if I could just forget
But even that I can't achieve
I am not so naive
To believe that I will be granted reprieve.
I listen to the sound of the freeway
It's better than silence
Still, the air is tense
I start my car and drive away
The breeze feels good on my skin
And there it is again
The feeling of guilt is immense
Chilling and intense
Yet I keep on my way and deal
Tonight feels hauntingly surreal
If only I could have prevented this
It wasn't my intention
This event shall become a distant memory
I will never speak of it
It's just a weight that I will carry
Until I determine a way to be free of it
Somehow, that's what I find to be so frightening
My eyes are red and my chest is tightening
I can't let it go
And I don't want you to know.
