The beginning was so easy.
Do whatever to survive.
In the middle of my story,
all I want is to feel alive.
And I am not my mother or father.
And I am not yesterday's son.
I'm not broken,
I'm a wide-open highway,
with room to run.
All these voices and decisions,
swimming circles in my head.
All these choices and opinions,
feeling heavy as lead.
And I am not my mother or father.
And I am not yesterday's son.
I'm not broken!
I'm not broken!
I'm a wide-open highway,
with room to run.
With room to run.
In the middle of my story,
all I want is to feel alive.
And I am not my mother or father.
And I am not yesterday's son.
I'm not broken!
I'm not broken!
I'm a wide-open highway,
with room to run.
With room to run.
With room to run.