Feels like I’ve been driving forever

Through hell and stormy weather

I’ve struggled with image and doubted myself

Lord knows I’ve put my own mental health on the shelf

Memories may mention

I’ve always had good intentions 

And still I feel I’m destined to make the wrong move

Like I have something to prove 

Pieces of me have withered and died

I’ve learned to keep the tears inside

I’m my own worst enemy

No I’ve been no friend to me

If I don’t make it home tonight 

I guess it would be alright