I'm not grown enough
to leave my father's house.
This world is cold and tough
all by yourself.
Middle of nowhere and no one to turn to,
I'm getting tired of learning about growing up.
Waking up in this small town is getting harder every day.
I'd rather not make the drive.
I'd rather not wake up anymore.
Why did I ever come back home?
I know I shouldn't be alone, but I am running out of hope.
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