I've been sitting in the dirt (for twenty four hours)
I've forgotten my own worth (for twenty four hours)
Said that you'd be here last night (oh)I'm trying to shake you from my skin (for forty eight hours)
Clean up this mess I've been put in (for forty eight hours)
I'm guessing you can't always win
I'm guessing you can't always winI can't have anything I want
They say I'm just too young
But it's not my fault
I'll find my own way home if I gotta
I'll make it all alone if I gottaI'm not so trustful with my friends
I'm on the road alone again
I guess I'm tired of giving in (oh oh)I'm sick of wishing you were near
You've gone your way, you've made it clear
Why do I feel you everywhere?
Why do I feel this everywhere? Yeah!I can't have anything I want
They say I'm just too young
But it's not my fault
I'll find my own way home if I gotta
I'll make it all alone if I gottaDon't want to spend my time
Watching the world go by
I think I'd rather die
And I don't got a plan
Not gonna justify
To stay where I stand
Something I won't denyI can't have anything I want
They say I'm just too young
But it's not my fault
I'll find my own way home if I gotta
I'll make it all alone if I gottaI can't have anything I want
They say I'm just too young
But it's not my fault
I'll find my own way home if I gotta
I'll make it all aloneTwenty four hours
Twenty four hours
Twenty four hours
Twenty four hours
Twenty four hours
Songwriters
ROBERTSON, JAMES/DOYLE, DAMHNAIT/JOHNSON, ALEXANDRA /Published by
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