Sitting in the front seat Hiding under her feet A secret hidden in a bag A secret no one knew she had She's driving but she so afraid Questioning the plans she made But what if she could make it right But that might mean she'd have to fight Chances They come for us But which ones Which can we trust And after all is said and done She'll realize no one ever won There never really was a game And everyone was just the same Until that day does arrive She'll never really feel alive Frozen at the a the stop light She could go left or could go right Chances They come for us But which ones Which can we trust If I could just make stop all of these thoughts