Heavy thoughts, they weigh me down. 
I know I'm not perfect, but I like how it sounds. 
I could never be the one you wanted me to be but trust me,
that's something I'd never want to be.
Stay true to myself, even if that's hard,
because no one wants a goof that always plays that part.
But this is who I am, no need to be ashamed.
I can't really blame it on the way I was raised.
Single mother working two jobs to support her little babygirl that doesn't have a dad,
 that he just wasn't a good sport.
Now here she is growing up without him, senior year,
big things coming up without a problem.
But yet she hates to wonder what it's like to be held at night by a mother and father, 
who kept their family so tight that no one wanted to leave, no one wanted to go.
Maybe things were mean't to be this way, kinda sad, I know.
But things happen for a reason and that's what i like to believe in,
because having hope is the only thing that keeps me breathing.
I'm always second guessing my moves like, "man, what the fuck is wrong with you?"
But maybe one day I'll watch my life in review.

All these thoughts sit heavily on my mind, should I put my car in park, reverse, or drive?
Forwards the way to go, ain't got no time to look back.
After all, I've worked too hard to think like that.