The beginning was so easy. Do whatever to survive. In the middle of my story. All I wanted 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 love. 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 wanted was 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