I Did It On My Own
I DID IT ON MY OWN
I DID IT ON MY OWN
IN WORN OUT TENNIS SHOES
YET I GOT OF THE PHONE AND
TOOK THE TIME TO COME HOME
MY MOM IN TEARS LETTING ME GO
EVEN THOSE SHE’D DID, I WANTED ME TOO
I KNOW SHE’S RIGHT IT ISN’T MY TIME
BUT I WANT TO PROVE I CAN MAKE A DIME
I STOPPED BY TO GET ONE MORE PAIR
I LEFT BEHIND JUST TO SEE HER FACE
LETTING HER AND MY GRANDMA HOLD ME
STILL FEELING OUT OF PLACE
AS I WALK BACK OUT THAT DOOR
SHE SAYS I CAN ENTER BACK IN ANY TIME
BELIEVE IN MY MIND HOPING I’LL BE FINE
WEARING OUT MY TENNIS SHOES ONE MORE TIME
GETTING OFF THE PHONE
TAKING THE TIME TO GO BACK HOME
JUST TO HOLD THE BOTH OF THEM AGAIN
SAYS THIS WILL ALWAYS BE HOME
EVEN THOSE I’M ON MY OWN
I STILL CATCH A RIDE TO SCHOOL
DO MY HOMEWORK, WHILE LOOKING FOR THAT JOB
TRYING NOT TO BE A SLOB
TELLING MY FRIEND I’VE GOT TO GO
NOT CHARGING MY PHONE
TAKING THE TIME TO SEE MY LOVE ONES
AND MAKING MY LAST CALL
AS I GIVE MORE THAN MY ALL
THERE IS ANOTHER PAIR WAITING FOR ME
AND I KNOW WHERE
Copyright © Shawn Jones | Year Posted 2010
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