[Bus Driver]

My heart feels like, its buried under an avalanche
What came in life, broke it like a small branch

I don't know, what I'm supposed to feel
Why must the world, be covered with those who kill?

I can't even accept peace, but isn't it what I wanted?
When I think back, my past is truly haunted

All that I can think of, is settling a never ending conflict
I focus on this, my mind is strict

Two paths I can choose
But maybe, either way I go I'll lose

I watched what I cared for, suffer and die
Those who I trusted, decieve and lie

It's been so long, since our part
Maybe that's why I'm cursed, with this cold heart