one hand on the wheel while one's on my heart. i want to say i love you, but you were in control from the start. i'm a backseat driver, a passenger, so to speak, as you direct my life from the driver's seat.
you put constraints on where i could go, and you demanded to know where i've been. i've grown tired of trying to fight a battle that i know i won't win. Because i'm a backseat driver, all alone in my fear, so you force me along despite all my tears.
you used to scare me into submission to keep me in line. now, though, i found my own voice and the strength to leave it all behind. i'm no longer your backseat driver; i'm free to live my own life. i am no longer afraid of you, so i finally learned to fly.