You keep playing in traffic and you'll end up dead

Trying hard to fit into
A mold that wasn't cast for you
An image built with loneliness
And it's just not working
If fitting the part is what's best for you
You're preaching things that were never true
Your ego shows
Your friends may grow
But you're still a clone

So come on, don't miss your train
You were always searching for the fast lane
You sell yourself short, it's the easy way
Ducking every mirror just to hide your shame

You can't take this back
No, no, you wish you could
You chose your own path
You keep playing in traffic and you'll end up dead

The common hatred we once shared
We had our lives and they had theirs
You bought in quick and sold out fast
So enjoy the crash

I'm not bitter on the friends that I've lost
Just a little confused by the time it cost
For you to show your face
What a disgusting waste
But are you happy now?

You say that I'm too harsh on you
And how you spend your time
That your old life's gone
And I'm afraid to leave mine

So come on, don't miss your train
You were always searching for the fast lane
You sell yourself short, it's the easy way
Ducking every mirror just to hide your shame

You can't take this back
No, no, you wish you could
You chose your own path
Tearing at the skin that you just can't shed
You keep playing in traffic and you'll end up dead

Take me back to those trailer park nights
Ducking bottles most of my life
Drug lords were neighbors
Dodging those blue lights

I'm not asking you to feel my pain
I counted on you to help me carry the weight
I know your struggles, 'cause I been in your brain
We used to be one in the same

So come on, don't miss your train
You were always searching for the fast lane
You sell yourself short, it's the easy way
Ducking every mirror just to hide your shame

So come on, don't miss your train
You were always searching for the fast lane
You sell yourself short, it's the easy way
Swinging at mirrors to erase the pain

You can't take this back
No, no, you wish you could
You chose your own path
Tearing at the skin that you just can't shed
Burying the weight up inside your head
You keep playing in traffic and you'll end up