My Heart, part 2

My boxes stack up to the ceiling
I can't escape the sinking feeling
If someone can go wrong, it will, you'll see
I hope my friends don't start to sleuth out
The real reason I got kicked the boot out
I burn every bridge, eventually
If Hell Road's paved with good intentions
I'll add the things I failed to mention
Like when your pills disappeared upon the shelf
The things I say are mostly truthful
I hope naivety stays youthful
I can't even take good care of myself

What's that on the radio
Please be something that I know
By heart, by Heart
Help me, Ann and Nancy Wilson
Hear my cry and help me listen
To my heart. My Heart.

Maybe when I cross the last line
I can finally look all behind
And see the utter damage I have done
Maybe I'm a shitty human
Only meant to curse and doom them
I know how to ruin all the fun