4. On My Own

The Jet-Black Project

Sometimes friendships simply run their course and you gotta let some mother****ers go.

On My Own
Words and Music by Demetrius P. Hill.
©2007 All rights reserved
February 24, March 2, 3, 5 & 6 2007

Sumthin’s changed about the way I feel now that I’m here all alone
The passion’s gone – I don’t care no more, and we’ve entered the unknown.

Do I love ya? Do I hate cha?
Am I caught in your undertow?
But I, I realize there’s sumthin’ better now, that I’m out here on my own.

Been thinkin’ back to all the times we shared and I noticed something wrong
That you were never really there for me, too much focus on number one.

Yeah I love ya, no I hate cha,
flip a coin, hell I don’t know
But I – I ain’t messin’ round with you no more cause I’m better off on my own.

On my own. On my own.

Should I love ya? Should I hate ya?
Does it matter any more? (oh well)
Either way I’m gonna let you go,
Now that I’m out here on my own

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