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An Ode to The People Who Think They Can Make it By Themselves
To the black clouds over your head
Down to the lightning striking all around
You can't seem to remember which way to go
As the rain starts pouring down
You get lost along with the crowd
You can look around you
But there is nowhere to run...
No where to go...
No where to hide...
This is an ode
To the people
Who seem to think
They can make it on their own
They are alone
No one is home
No one can make it by themselves
They're on their own
As for the people who cry
They say "I'm Dying" Deep inside
They all don't know where to hide
No where to go
You can't make it on your own
Laugh at me
Call me names
It doesn't matter now
It is all the same
Red lights keep me from the road
And cracks from the sidewalk
Got no where to turn
No where to go
No where to run...
On their own...
This is an ode
To the people
Who seem to think
They can make it on their own
They are alone
No one is home
No one can make it by themselves
They're all alone
This is an ode
To the loners
Who run and hide
From the people they call friends
Cuz they don�t know
They aren�t alone
In this world it ain't the end
Ain't the end...
All alone
This is an ode
To the people
Who seem to think
They can make it on their own
They are alone
No one is home
No one can make it by themselves
All alone...
On their own....
(Repeat Chorus)
No one can make it own their own
As you kno...that was me. i thought and wanted to just make it on my own...reading this i know i will never have to...god is has always got my back and i have you to always run to...so in case you ever get as delusional as me, i got yours too. thanks for opening my eyes again and again.