I hate this place
full of sorrow and tears
I've never done
a thing right here
In this place
where friends turn
you lose those your closest to.
They leave without a second glance
yeah, that's what we call friends.
Sometimes I think about home.
I loved it there,
yet then I was so innocent.
Were things as I thought?
Or is it just time playing on memories?
If I could go back,
to the place I call home,
would I stay?
Or would I go?
But most of all, would you care?
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