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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

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