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