the ride

You didn't ask to be here,
but here you are.

Looking for acceptance,
you steal a car.

Asking for directions, not an option.

People can't be trusted,
most of all they're just disgusted.

Forget about making a call,
Mom and Dad are no help at all.

The truth is...
you are on your own.

People tell me that I'm wasting my time,
but they don't see...you.

I see the child that wants to be loved,
that has grown up alone.

I want you to know that I see your pain,
I'm here to listen if you care to explain.

Even if our time together is brief,
I see you...the child disguised as a thief.

*for B.