Fast lanes and Arctic Touch

abt being able to let sum1 come close enough to you to know the real you and about society

Fast lanes and arctic touch
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flashing bright lights, dragging away my serenity,
life in the fast lane isnt smooth sailing
in the seven seas
every hand trembles me with its ice
slowly turning me into a specimen
so perez hilton can examine me
i aint no expert but your lenses aint clear enough
to see the real me
fire that burns in my heart
are you enough to scorch the pain
enough to pull each brick by brick
allow your love to cave in
before i drown in it
boy,cant tell if your warmth deserves the seal of authenticity
or would i turn into a ice queen once more
maybe then i will fit in with the fastlane and its arctic touch