Take off that mask.
You can't hide the deceit that I see.
Puff your chest to impress.
You're a fake, I can see right through.
You're not real.
I know what you do.

Take those eyes off that prey on me.
There's more to me than what you see.
You judge success by a dollar sign.
Preaching petty words to me, don't waste my fucking time.
There are things I should of that I never did.
I'm a high school drop out, a fucked up kid.
I'll be the one to look back and laugh one day.
So take yours eyes off me and turn away.

Tires

Front: 35 psi
Back: 37 psi

Gearing

F.D. : 4.05
1st: 3.80
2nd: 2.33
3rd: 1.62
4th: 1.20
5th: 1.00
6th: 0.82

Allignment

Camber

Front: -0.5
Back: -0.5

Toe:

Front: 0.1
Back: 0.1

Caster:

Front: 5.1

Anti-Roll

Front: 30.9
Back: 34.9

Springs

Front: 671.6 lb/in
Back: 615.8 lb/in

Bump Damping

Front: 14.2
Back: 11.6

Rebound Damping

Front: 17.2
Back: 13.5

Braking

Balance

Front: 72%

Pressure

Force: 125%

E-brake

Rate: 3, 586 lbs

Differential

Accel: 80%
Decel: 24%

I've lost track of the years. There's nothing left to say, it's nothing more than a vacant space. An empty piece of history that I'm leaving behind. I only wish you knew the hate. Refraining anger that lays sedate. You are nothing but a ghost. Nothing more, nothing less. You were never there for me. Can't you see? You're dead to me.

Solitude; the way I use to cope, and all I have left is endless hope. Sometimes I just want to forsake all, to give it up. Asking myself if this is ever enough? Fictional thoughts of unfulfilled dreams, that continue to fog up my reality. Why must I succumb to something so cliche? So take off your mask and throw it away. You'll never understand the true bitterness of the loneliness.