ADRIAN JOHNSTON

I don't know how to explain it but I feel all alone,
And I can't blame anybody because the fault is my own,
But maybe it's just not my time oh Lord,
I can't help it, it still runs through my mind oh Lord,
As I walk through the crowd trying to hold my tears back,
Looking for my happiness but I don't know where it's at,
It's right there so I know I gotta get it,
So I reach out my hand but the distance is tremendous,
It used to be within a one foot radius,
Now I'm saying to myself, "dag I ain't making it",
But I'm no quiter, it's still there so I'm chasing it,
And since it ain't kill me it will only turn to greatness kid,
I have to grind out, grind my whole mind out,
And I know I have people right here to help me ride out,
And I will go hard, harder than I thought I would,
It's easy for me to get hot like a log of wood.