Lyrics
From up here this town don't look so bad
Observing the town from a higher perspective offers a different view that's not as negative.
I'm looking down at this place I hate and at least for a second it seems okay
Despite hating the place, there's a fleeting moment of acceptance or tolerance.
But I'm not getting over it
No progress in getting past the dislike for the town.
Getting used to it
Starting to adapt to the unfavorable circumstances.
It's been so long since everything seemed to fit
Things used to make sense, but it's been a while since that feeling existed.
And it's not a case of being scared or undeserving
Not about fear or feeling unworthy, but questioning the reasons for leaving.
I'm just questioning the purpose of leaving what I thought was pulling me down
Uncertain about leaving behind what was perceived as dragging them down.
But I'll bite my tongue and grit my teeth
Suppressing feelings and enduring the situation.
I'll leave my heart where I leave my home
Leaving emotions behind when departing.
I never thought that I'd be on my own
Unexpectedly finding oneself alone.
I never knew that I had this in me
Discovering a newfound independence.
I kind of think it came all too quickly
Feeling unprepared for the rapid change.
But I know that growing up's a part of growing up
Realizing that maturity involves facing difficult realities.
So I guess I'll just face the facts and throw my bags up on this broken back
Accepting the burden of difficult circumstances.
I'll learn from my mistakes and find a place where I can breathe
Planning to learn and grow from past errors in a new environment.
Somewhere that I can breathe
Seeking a place where one can find peace and solace.
I'll miss the smell of the rain on my road
Missing familiar sensations and memories associated with home.
The dirty streets of the town I call home
Memories of the town and its streets.
My friends that kept me from feeling alone
Valuing friends who prevented feelings of isolation.
And the broken promises you made that forced me to grow
Acknowledging broken promises that contributed to personal growth.
And I'll miss the paths I've walked a thousand times
Nostalgia for the familiar paths traversed many times.
The mistakes that I made, the lessons learned from the nights
Reflecting on past mistakes and the lessons they taught.
That I spent with my friends in this town I resent
Regretting the time spent in a town that's disliked.
All 'cause this is the last of time that I'll spend around here
Recognizing this as the final moments spent in the town.
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