The Lanes

When I'm out of my elements. when the winds of change and consequence
Force me to rear my ugly head and say (I've had enough, I've had enough)
When I try to vent it vent out, but the burn of the cold cuts through my mouth
Then I know that I don't know a thing of letting come what may
So I define the growing pains of facing self-deprecation
Unchecked and enabled by my fears and frustrations
If this message is true, I'm not strong enough

To carry these bags, I made mistakes (but I believed in myself). I believed in myself
No lessons to learn, stay in your lane (do you believe in yourself). You shouldn't believe in yourself
(And let them win? Fuck that! Let them in!)

I don't need my elements. Let the world put its weight on my chest
And I'll find a way to breathe, you can't make an example of me
I know the growing pains of self-deprecation
But they give way to sheer determination
Let this message be known, you can't keep me

I'll carry these scars, I've made mistakes (but I believe in myself). I believe in myself
No one can take these bags away ('cause I believe in myself). I believe in myself
The lanes painted black and white fade to grey ('cause I believe in myself). I still believe
And they can't take that from me