Look up at the starry night sky
And down to the dirty ground.
This world would be so beautiful
If it werenât for right now.
The small of my back is sore.
My arms they burn galore.
My legs that are glued to
My feet so blistered and bruised
From walkingâ¦in your shoes.
I promise that Iâll be
Everything they wanted me to be.
But oh, dear God, itâs tearing me apart.
This world that we live inâ¦is done.
No I wonât let this go.
I wonât let them take control
Of my life as we know.
Iâm completely aware
That where Iâm from is just one tiny
Glimpse of hell I live.
Iâve been trying to see the best,
But its pushing spring and
I donât feel any weight off my chest.
And I, Iâve been trying to sleep this off.
Frustrated with this game,
Cause the days always change.
But the patterns, they stay the same.
In my small town, on my back porch,
Iâve been thinking about those days I acted like myself.
But those days arenât gone,
Thatâs why I sing this song.
Iâll find myself and Iâll remain headstrong.
I wonât let this go. I wonât let this go.