Alone.

Could it be the way I talk,
Or maybe the fact that I smoke,
Is it that I love the taste of Tennessee whiskey straight. 

Tell me what it is that’s so wrong. 
What about me has me being alone. 
Maybe I’m no good at being, in love. 
Do I hold on too tight. 
Or maybe not tight enough.
Maybe loving me is just too rough. 

I know I’m a little stuck in my ways. 
And I don’t always like change. 
But I’ve always tried to bend
And tried to make them smile. 

Tell me what it is that’s so wrong. 
What about me has me being alone. 
Maybe I’m no good at being, in love. 
Do I hold on too tight. 
Or maybe not tight enough.
Maybe loving me is just too rough.

They always find their way back
Maybe just missing what the next guy lacks
But my heart just can’t seem 
To take it anymore. 

Maybe I’m meant to be alone. 
I reckon I can do this on my own. 
And just get my loving,
On the run. 

But you know I’d hang my hat up
If I ever found someone
Who could love me for just, who I am. 

Tell me what it is that’s so wrong. 
What about me has me being alone. 
Maybe I’m no good at being, in love. 
Do I hold on too tight. 
Or maybe not tight enough.
Maybe loving me is just too rough.

Love ballad, rock