bed

I've hit the part of the road where I have to choose

I don't know which way to go, I'm all kinds of confused

I'm tired of the pressure I put on myself, oh

I make the block, drive around, and try and clear my head

Just to go back home, change my clothes and lie down in my bed

I'm tired of the voices saying I'm not good enough, oh

Maybe it's as easy as it looks, well I hope that's so

Maybe if I look around I'll see that I'm not alone

If I could just get out of my bed