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)
