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 school. And I saw the look in her eyes. My mother nearly cried when I had told her that I had 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. And I sing songs about my friends. The way we grew up, and all the lose 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 couldn't 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. Mama, oh mama, Let me please leave I plead for relief. This town won't receive, All the things that I want. The things that I need. All I ever wanted was love.