From up here this town dont look so bad,
Im looking down at this place I hate and at least for a second it seems okay,
But Im not getting over it,
Getting used to it,
Its been so long since everything seemed to fit ,
And its not a case of being scared or undeserving,
Im just questioning the purpose of leaving what I thought was pulling me down.
But Ill bite my tongue and grit my teeth.
Ill leave my heart where I leave my home,
I never thought that Id be on my own,
I never knew that I had this in me,
I kinda think it came all too quickly.
But I know that growing ups a part of growing up,
So I guess Ill just face the facts and throw my bags up on this broken back.
Ill learn from my mistakes and find a place where I can breathe.
Somewhere that I can breathe.
Ill miss the smell of the rain on my road,
The dirty streets of the town I call home,
My friends that kept me from feeling alone,
And the broken promises you made that forced me to grow.
And Ill miss the paths Ive walked a thousand times,
The mistakes that I made, the lessons learned from the nights
That I spent with my friends in this town I resent,
All cause this is the last of time that Ill spend around here.