This is a song frm hsm2 n im lovin' it ^o^

I gotta go my own way
Gabriella: I gotta say what’s on my mind
Something about us doesn’t seem right…these days
Life keeps getting in the way
Whenever we try
Somehow the plan is always rearranged
It’s so hard to say
But I gotta do what’s best for me
You’ll be okay…

CHORUS
I’ve got to move on, and be who I am
I just don’t belong hereI hope you understand
We might find our place in this world someday
But at least for now
I gotta go my own way

Gabriella: Don’t wanna leave it all behind
But I get my hopes up and I watch them fall every time
Another color turns to grey
And it’s just too hard…to watch it all…slowly fade away
I’m leavin’ today’
Cause I gotta do what’s best for me
You’ll be okay

Chorus
Troy: What about us? What about everythingwe’ve been through?
Gabriella: What about trust?
Troy: You know I never wanted to hurt you
Gabriella: What about me?
Troy: What am I supposed to do…
Gabriella: I gotta leave but I’ll miss you
Troy: …miss you

Chorus (Repeat)

VANESSA HUDGENS
"Whatever Will Be"

Sometimes I feel like I'm a bird with broken wings
At times I dread my now and envy where I've been
But that's when quiet wisdom takes control
At least I've got a story no one's told

[Chorus]
I finally learned to say
Whatever will be will be
I've learned to take
The good, the bad and breathe
'Cause although we like
To know what life's got planned
No one knows if shooting stars will land

These days it feels naive to put your faith in hope
To imitate a child, fall backwards on the snow
'Cause that's when fears will usually lead you blind
But now I try to under-analyse

[Chorus]

Is the rope I walk wearing thin?
Is the life I love caving in?
Is the weight on your mind
A heavy black bird caged inside?

Say Whatever will be will be
Take The good, the bad Just breathe
'Cause although we like
To know what life's got planned
No one knows if shooting stars will land

Whatever will be will be
I learned to take The good, the bad and breathe
'Cause although we like
To know what life's got planned
Things like that are never in your hands
No one knows if shooting stars will land