"Windshield wipers struggled back and forth, clumped with snow. The mingled breath of three teenagers fought with the defroster. Thank God the truck was still running, even after they'd driven it through a wall."
i have to
escape
escape the truth
in the lies
they tell
i have to
leave
leave all of
the deceit
in their eyes
because if i don't
I
might
just
have
to
die