The Past


And I sing songs about the past
How I was raised and I was thrown out on my ass
Cause I didn't care about going to schoo

And I saw the look in her eyes
My mother nearly cried when I had told her that I wanted to go
Just to prove them wrong

I've been smoking cigarettes since I was only fourteen
Just to find an escape from this town that was so mean to me

The way we grew up and all the loose ends we used to laugh
Cause we didn't give a damn

And I saw the look in my brother's eyes
When I told him I was leaving,
He could help but despise me
He's wanted out his whole life

I've been smoking the green since I was merely sixteen
Just to find an escape from this town that was so mean to me

And I sing songs about the past

I plead for relief
This town won't receive all the things that I want, the things that I need
And I'll beg and I'll beg
I'm down on my knees
Momma, oh momma, let me please leave

I plead for relief
This town won't receive all the things that I want, the things that I need
And I'll beg

All I ever wanted was love







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