Brokenheart Road

He was driving a Chevrolet with a roof that would never shut His car was shimmering but some strings needed to be cut There was rubbish that he desired nevermore Left behind on Road 66 with an unrequited Lenore Her dress was covered in sand and tears She tried to outrun his absence but he switched gears Lost in the desert, drawing hearts with dirt No witness to testify of the woman's hurt Her path was paved with good intentions But she's the kind of person who deserved better destinations The man told the police she has disappeared And hid the fact she was also brokenhearted Deep inside in her despair was a burning hunger He could lie as a singer but he will also die as a sinner Pride tainted her soul with a yearning for revenge Isn't it strange how quick she learnt to estrange? There's no shame into killing a hypocrite coward Would be her catchphrase in the psychiatric ward