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My Truck Or My Tears

I load my truck with my clothes and thing,

I build the air, check the lights, and just look away,

Deep inside i love what i do, i just cant take the look on them too,

The cab of a truck will now be my home, as i leave my family just to be alone;

I turn to them and see their faces,

I give them bye loving and say "so long",

Then i climb back inside ,and go through my gears,

I cant tell which is running faster,

MY TRUCK OR MY TEARS

© Brandon