They keep telling me how proud they are of me and sometimes I wish I could be as proud,
It just feels like I'm lost in a crowd; of endless faces.
There are days when I feel like nothing or no one could hurt me again,
Then later I break down and feel the pain; of leaving them all behind.
Sometimes they tell me it will be alright,
But sometimes I don't believe them but I won't give up without a fight.
Growing up was hell but somehow I survived,
and to my own disbelief I'm still alive.
The constant writing and rhymes keep me sane,
but sometimes I wish I was on a plane; taking me back to my hicktown.
Maybe it's because I'm living a normal life without all of the yelling and constant mistakes,
maybe life is giving me a break.
Sometimes I wish I never had to go through it all,
but sometimes to get back up all you have to do is fall.
Jul 9, 2011
Jul 9, 2011 at 10:39 AM UTC
They keep telling me how proud they are of me and sometimes I wish I could be as proud,
It just feels like I'm lost in a crowd; of endless faces.
There are days when I feel like nothing or no one could hurt me again,
Then later I break down and feel the pain; of leaving them all behind.
Sometimes they tell me it will be alright,
But sometimes I don't believe them but I won't give up without a fight.
Growing up was hell but somehow I survived,
and to my own disbelief I'm still alive.
The constant writing and rhymes keep me sane,
but sometimes I wish I was on a plane; taking me back to my hicktown.
Maybe it's because I'm living a normal life without all of the yelling and constant mistakes,
maybe life is giving me a break.
Sometimes I wish I never had to go through it all,
but sometimes to get back up all you have to do is fall.
This was when I moved abroad for a while...