• What was I suppose to do I was young just like.

    Runnuning away with tears in my eyes.
    Cant be the same no not this time.

    Singing a song as I skip along.
    Thinking of you must sing this song.

    Gotta think of another way.
    Way to not to make you say.

    Happy sad all the same.
    Gotta be me and here to day.