Apron Strings کے بول

Where am I gonna go? What am I gonna do? There's no one to guide me Now that I'm on my own I make my own decisions There's no one behind me. I do my own talking Do my own walking Nobody on which to rely Do my own lying Do my own trying You never let your apron strings untie. If I said I'm sorry that you've gone I'd be lying I feel more sorry for myself I'm crying, I'm crying. Wish you'd have let me think And do for myself Knowing one day you'd leave me Knowing one day you'd die The least you could have done Is make sure that I could live easy That I could I do my own talking Do my own walking Had a code that I could live by Do my own lying Do my own trying Make sure that I could get by. If I said I'm sorry that you've gone I'd be lying I feel more sorry for myself I'm crying, I'm crying. (Guitar Solo) If I said I'm sorry that you've gone I'd be lying I feel more sorry for myself I'm crying, I'm crying.