Coming home never seemed like a bad idea.
After being away for about seven years, I thought maybe everything would be the same.
The people, my friends.
Was it such a crazy thought? To think everyone would the same people as they were in high school?

This aching feeling in my soul is starting to take over me. I get high.
To forget the feeling, for a couples minutes.
Then I'm back to where I started...

Growing up never seemed like a negative thing. It was supposed to be so exciting and thrilling. I now realize it's full of life ******* you over, repeatedly.

Walking back to the past, during present time. Almost like time traveling.
I need to get away, but I don't know where.