So this past year has been a rough one for me.
I lost my hope, my home, my family.
And now I sit just talking on the phone to anyone
that makes me feel a little less alone.
And I've got my friends they believe in me,
but sometimes it ain't enough to cling to sanity.
And I'll do my best to never let them down,
but I'm a book with a tattered cover; a king with out his crown.
I hope I have it in me to be the man I had set out to be.
I'm miserable yet hopeful. I'm lost and awfully humble.
I keep my fingers crossed and follow my dreams.
Sometimes I think why bother, but I'm just like my father.
I keep my fingers crossed and follow my dreams.
When I'm alone I lose my sense of mind
and I do my very best to leave the past behind.
And I've done a lot to bring myself this far
and I keep wishing and hoping on the brightest shining star.
And I hope they see it in me and find the hope themselves that I found in me.
Twenty-One; still growing up and I can't seem to find my way.
So I guess I need the help of all the people I love.
I've got a voice to use and I'm calling out.
I'm screaming now. Can you hear me now.