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..
Reba McEntire
