Well I'm miles away from home//
Trying to make my own// trying to face the world, trying to take it on// try escape the past, try reshape the wrong// lives are made of glass, lies are made of stone...
(and I'm gonna do it on my own)
Life was tough as a youngster, with such lust and hunger// for the love and just what's in the wonder// I was getting roughed up, stuffed always under, all my dreams steady getting straight crushed by the blunder//
Reaching out to anything that I could simply touch for some comfort// but Its harder to adjust in the cusp of your slumber// a measly couple bucks in my plunder, I been used to living poor// driven or committed, livin for a little more than lots of my friends, who still standing at the liquor store// fending off a civil war, that rages inside// and so the pages provide a sanctuary, thank you very much cause now I know to take it in stride...
Well I'm miles away from home//
Trying to make my own// trying to face the world, trying to take it on// try escape the past, try reshape the wrong// lives are made of glass, lies are made of stone...
(and I'm gonna do it on my own)
I'm getting sick of bouncing back and forth// between my family's houses but I'm thankful everyday they've had support// im just a man at war// but cant afford, artillery, provisions, none the less a brandished sword// and life can be so aggravating// when your blood and your sweat and your tears man they all start coagulating//
They say c'mon chris, the daydream is over// grow the hell up or get some main stream exposure// slate clean, I'm sober- focus, maintain, keep composure//
Made too many choices in an act of desperation// lacked the dedication, but I'm a grown man now- guess I had a revelation//
Well I'm miles away from home//
Trying to make my own// trying to face the world, trying to take it on// try escape the past, try reshape the wrong// lives are made of glass, lies are made of stone...
(and I'm gonna do it on my own)
It's been a helluva ride, there ain't no turning back// it's what I've learned and that's the reason that the happiness is something constantly that I'll be workin at//
Cause its imperative, it's always there in the narrative//cherish it, so gotta thank my parents for the heritage inherited// no matter where I'm at or where I live, I know it deep inside that one day I'll be there again//
This is life, its how the hands dealt// you cant ponder and you cant dwell// cant keep track of all the times my plans fell through, the world is not my oyster when you're clamped inside a clam shell// I'll face it head on and never run// so before its said and done, at least I know the best is yet to come!!
Well I'm miles away from home//
Trying to make my own// trying to face the world, trying to take it on// try escape the past, try reshape the wrong// lives are made of glass, lies are made of stone...
(and I'm gonna do it on my own)
