Back to The Drawing Board

It's all planned out,
Everything's set and done.
It's all on paper,
In plain black and whit.e.
Anyone can read it,
After I'm long gone.

I dress in black,
It's late at night.
No one will see,
Unless they have headlights.

Tears roll down my face,
As I approach the road.
I jump on the count of three;
One,
Two,
Three.

The car slams it's brakes,
As my head hits the road.
And back to the drawing board I go.