I am done walking alone. Without a hand to hold With the blaring heat that prickle my feet Without someone to lighten the mood To make me laugh when I don't think I could When it hurts the most So, i’m done walking alone.
I’m really done walking alone. No one to carry me when my legs hurt, There is no one to hold me close, And tell me it’s going to be alright, Even if it’s a lie, I can’t do it no more From now on, I’m done walking alone.
So, I’m done walking alone? Around, no one will help me, Carry the load of my burning sorrow, I look no better than a scarecrow, That sit in a corn field and mope For he stands alone but not like me, Who’s still walking alone.