Pedal to the Floor

pedal to the floor, because i must to running
i downshift a gear — and feelings really stunning
you are sandstorm for me, i have plan to escape
you thinking you are great? i never push a brake

don't try to stopping me, i never change my mind
you are cruel sandstorm, and now you are behind
and my emotion screams and motor angry roar
i never will give up — just press pedal in a floor!

all what you will find now — a dust on empty road
you was sandstorm before, but i will never slower
don't try to catching me — i am a queen of road
you don't have any chance, my gastank overload

flame from the exhaust pipe -  i don't have plan returm
don't try to catching me, all who behind -- will burn
i have plan to escape, away from your sandstorm
no one will stopping me — for freedom i was born

Ver.2 *** my genious editor version ***

Pedal to the floor, my heart now in full flight,
I downshift through the chaos, embracing endless night.
Your memory, a sandstorm, fierce and unconfined,
But I’ve crafted my escape; I’ll leave your shadows behind.

You think you’re something great? I won’t yield, I won’t brake,
My spirit’s an engine roaring, fueled by all the heartaches.
You’re a cruel sandstorm, yet I won’t be confined —
My emotions scream like thunder; my fierce resolve, aligned.

With every ounce of power, I unleash the raging core,
I’ll never give up, just press that pedal to the floor!
What you’ll find left behind is merely dust on empty roads,
You were once a tempest, but my freedom now explodes.

Don’t you dare pursue me; I’m the queen of this fierce track,
You stand no chance against me; I’m never looking back.
My tank’s filled to the brim, like flames in the exhaust,
I’m breaking from your grip, no matter what the cost.

With passion in my heart and a fire to ignite,
I’ll rise above your turmoil, taking flight into the night.
I’ve got a plan for freedom, away from your despair,
No one will stop me now; I was born to take the air!

So here I go, my spirit bold, racing into the dawn,
A cyclone of resilience, from your sandstorm I have drawn.
You’ll be a fading whisper, just a memory, a ghost —
While I blaze my own trail, it's my freedom I’ll toast.