It's funny how. Even now. You still support me after all of the things that I've done. You're so good to me. Waiting patiently.And isn't it sad that you still have to ask if I care?
I never said I was perfect. But I can take you away.
I never said I was perfect. But I can drive you home.
I got down on myself. Working too hard. Driving myself to death. Trying to beat out the faults in my head. What a mess I've made. Sure we all make mistakes. But they see me so large that they think I'm immune to the pain.
I'm praying for a miracle. But I won't hold my breath. I never said I was perfect.
But can you drive me home
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