It doesn’t take long for me to let myself fall down onto this broken asphalt
close to the tank station
I inhale the horrible smell of gasoline that’s smeared onto the dirty ground
It’s my fault the fuel gauge’s turning red
I’ve been driving around all night without no destination ahead
I have enough
I have enough if this
I have enough of changing my ruined make-up again and again in this lonely washing room from this kiosk
I don’t want to let myself show when I have these dark bags underneath my eyes
Lately everybody keeps asking me if I’m alright
And even the cashier from the kiosk seem to care
But all I do is making up lies
She looks at me
And I blame myself for my horrible looking sight she has to see
I take a closer look and see her red curly hair nobody can’t deny
All I do is cry
Because the cashier reminds me of an 80’s looking Reba McEntire
And Reba McEntire reminds me of you
Right when I’m about turn away I hear the song “Does He Love You” from Reba McEntire and Linda Davis playing on the radio
I can’t handle myself anymore
The cashier talks to me with a worried expression on her face but I can’t hear her no more
Her name card reads the name “Reba” and I’m hurting like I was minutes before
I swear I see you standing next to me
But there’s no sign from you that I see
after all you’re just a hallucination
and right now it feels somebody’s killing me in this frustration
I run through the lonely streets with my broken heels
Somebody’s crossing my path
A lantern lightens up a familiar face
It’s showing someone’s facial features that I know all too well from reading reading news about her in The Country Weekly newspaper
Her typical red locks are dancing on her shoulders
I’m standing opposite the real Reba..