Home Leaving Growing up
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Soon I return
To that time I dread.
It's not so much the place I hate,
Rather, the people that
Don't understand a thing about me.
They cheat, they lie,
All to get where they want to go.
I walk this old house and I remember.
I look in there and see long lost memories,
Years gone by, days left to go.
We will soon be out of this house, others will be here.
