كلمات roads

Roads are just suggestions Made up of asphalt and lessons Standing in the street, hoping and praying for my feet Take me to somewhere new and not in-between We live in shapes, colors of gray, where do I go now? Am I to blame for wanting a change? Where do I go now? Where do I go now? I'll be alright I'll be alright Roads are just suggestions Made up of asphalt and lessons Crawlin' through my skin, hard thoughts are yelling "let me in" Uncomfortable, but it is something I must do We live in shapes, colors of gray, where do I go now? Am I to blame for wanting a change? Where do I go now? Where do I go now? I'll be alright I'll be alright I'll be alright (I'll be alright, I'll be alright) I'll be alright (I'll be alright, I'll be alright) I'll be alright (I'll be alright, I'll be alright) I'll be alright (I'll be alright, I'll be alright) I'll be alright (I'll be alright, I'll be alright) I'll be alright I'll be alright (I'll be alright)