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.