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