I hope you learn to make it on your own And if you love yourself just know you'll never be alone I hope that you get everything you want and that you chose I hope that it's the realest thing that you ever know Hope you get the pretty girls, that's pretty

Maybe I, could have loved you Maybe I, could have shown That I still do care about you More than you could know Don't say it's too late to try To make it right You say you'll know when you really find the one But it's hard to tell with the damage that's

Why we always at war? What am I here for? 'Cause you know I really don't wanna be in the way Just wanna make you feel safe Let, let, let (let me in) Let, let (let me in) I don't know if it's worth it I'm walking on edge Barely scratching the surface

Wants you to stay-eh-eh-yeah-eh-eh Don't fool around, run away Wants you to stay 'Cause there is someone who wants you to stay 'Cause there is someone who wants you After all that's been really tough for us Trying to make it for you Knowing that it could

I hope you learn to make it on your own And if you love yourself just know you'll never be alone I hope that you get everything you want and that you chose I hope that it's the realest thing that you ever know Hope you get the pretty girls, that's pretty

All I know is The darkness makes it hard to see the light But the time is always right to do what's right If you only knew You're not the only one Please give me a redemption song I need one real bad No one seems to write them now That John and Bob are

Not really sure how to feel about it Something in the way you move Makes me feel like I can't live without you It takes me all the way Round and around and around and around we go Oh now, tell me now, tell me now, tell me now you know I want you to stay

Let it go, let it go homie Just let it go, let it go, let it go You know we can see through the blinds homie See through the truth and them lies homie You know they can't see what we see homie Difference from the real and make believe homie So let it go,

(Whoa whoa whoa whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Lord knows I need something to fill this void Lotta shit happens, like, being in show business A lot of shit happens, like, like, I make a lot of money, you know And I'm really happy about it And I'm not

But I don't really mind that it's starting to get to me Is the answer to the question on your mind And I'm sick of all my judges But I know that I can make it As long as somebody takes me home (Every now and then) Nobody ever had a dream 'round here