I’ve been a slave to this road for so long it seems,nThe white lines are never ending,nAnd they haunt my dreams.nI force these smiles all night,nAnd it hurts my cheeks,nMy stomach turns,nMy hair turns white,nIt’s only been three weeks.nnThis long term separation,nFrom love is getting old.nBreak hearts across this nation,nBut there’s one back home that’s killing this boy.nnBrace yourself, brace yourself.nThe confession’s coming in,nGonna make it loud and clear,nThere’ll be blood flowing from your ears.nnYour selfish words and insults,nAre killing me.nThere’s no movement on the dance floor,nAnd my throat can’t sing.nMy glossy eyes look for you,nBut they just can’t see.nMy stomach turns,nMy hair turns white,nIt’s only been three weeks.