My Own Song Video (MV)

All alone
As the years go
We all need somethin'
To call our own

Ever since I was young
Mom took role of a man
Ever since I was born
She made a home out of sand
I was lucky 'cause she was always kind
Encouraging to speak my mind
Life was to always be mine
But dad had to kill my words with fists and a hundred lies
Hittin mom and I with the back of his hand
Freedom of speech only by the music stand

All alone
11 years old
Guitar was the only thing to call my own

Grew up with no dad to call my own
Sing a sad song just to call my own
Little did I know
It helped me walk that road alone

I was bullied by a few in school
They had me feelin' attacked
It was funny how they made feel like I was the one who was twacked
Dreams of a band to numb the pain
People claimed it wasn't my lane
But I played day after day
Finally got paid
Still they questioned my luck

Question my luck
What the f*ck
Question my music
What the f*ck

All alone
13 years old
Guitar was the only thing to call my own

Grew up with no fan to call my own
Sing a sad song just to call my own
Little did I know
It helped me walk that road alone

All alone
As the years go
We all need somethin'
To call our own

Tears on my fretboard
Blood on my strings
Don't want to be alone
Just left alone

Grew up with this song to call my own
Sing a sad song just to call my own
Little did I know
It helped me walk that road alone

Question my luck
What the f*ck
Question my music
What the f*ck