leaving behind
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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.
take my hand and set me free,
from this dream of you and me.
Promise me one simple thing,
but where to start, where to begin?
maybe a hello,
or maybe goodbye
maybe some simple question,
