Routine day breaks and the clock rolls on,
The driver road breaks, he's not the only one.
Routine lulled him into false security,
It could have been fatal for them.

Humiliated again, you're screaming to the rain,
Singing severed songs of lost love as if music dulls the pain.

...and it's the star cross road kill that teaches them how to live.

Did you wake up in the face of the morning hearing every day?
Did make sure that your mother heard you, cos you're gonna die today?
On the side of a bus, the battle you feel you faught.
A sign in four colours only reading "die cos life's too short".