Long Road Out



Sometimes life is tough,

and in my parks you have to be rough,

wondering how you are going to get by,

yelling and screaming telling lies,

but you dont know me,

in my head i wanted to grow up and flee,

leave, leave everything behind and find something better,

at school giggling and passing love letters,

sometimes i cry,

and people dont know why,

i shed a tear 

in my eyes its just the fear,

that i just might not make it out of here,

but i know my time is here and my futre is near,

i just have to get up and go get it,

this is "my" life and the end isn't near.


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