I wrote this a while back and never finished. Unfortunately, I don't know where I was going with it, but I see now that it's pretty cool.

Does this begin with an opening sequence?
This visual Life, is it mirrored for me?
That's your life, that I pretended was mine,
till I saw how it ended and I pulled on the breaks.
So here I am now.
Screaming, "Oh my lord, not me as well!"
Close the curtains, and close up the casket.
All I ever looked for was the lives of the others.
Never focusing on the destiny of my very own.
I skipped that bridge, when I saw another get burned
I drove across the United states when I saw the plane dive.