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Why do they always have to tell me IÂ’m wrong? Why do they make me feel I just donÂ’t belong? If they donÂ’t like the way I sing my own song.
IÂ’ll go it alone.

How come the word I hear most often is “no”. The way I’m treated I feel lower than low. It’s very clear that I’m not wanted here so-
IÂ’ll go it alone.

I canÂ’t take on the world single handed? What if I should end up lost or stranded?
Better that than being reprimanded.

No matter how I try I canÂ’t seem to please. What do they want? Shall I go down on my knees? If all they know to do is holler and tease
IÂ’ll go it alone

Why must they criticize whatever I do? My days of taking all their insults are through Goodbye, so long, farewell

You donÂ’t like thinking what might happen to me if I strike out on your own?
IÂ’ll brave the unknown
And go it alone.