I see headlights stalking every shadow,
lurking in my wake.
Every mirror’s a gateway to that moment,
a never-ending ache.
The squeal of tires on wet concrete,
a soundtrack to my fears,
every drive a flashback,
steered through a lens of tears.
I dream in violent jolts,
metal twisting,
glass that shatters grace.
Awake in sweat,
the silent night can’t calm this racing pace.
The road’s a loop of what was lost,
of what might come to be,
each journey’s just a tightrope walked
between the then and me.
In the rearview,
past and present merge,
a line I can’t define.
Headlights haunt my every turn,
along these roads I’m confined.
I brace for impact with every shift,
in lanes where shadows play,
driving on,
but always looking back,
I can’t escape the fray.
Can’t shake the grip of that twisted steel,
the echo of that night.
Each headlight’s a reminder
of my never-ending fight.
They say time heals,
but mine just steers around the bends of pain,
with every mile,
I search for peace in lanes I can’t reclaim.
So I drive like I’m about to die,
with ghosts in every gear.
The road ahead is just a path
where headlights always leer.
No escape from what’s behind,
no speed can break this chain,
I’m riding with my memories
down a haunted lane.