The Past

"And I sing songs about the past And 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 told her that I 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 the friends The way we grew up and all the loose ends we used to laugh 'Cause I didn't give a damn And I saw the look in my brothers eyes When I told him I was leaving He couldn't help but despise me He 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 I sing songs about the past I plead for relief This town won't recede all the things I wanted The things I needed 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 recede all the things I wanted The things I needed I'll I ever wanted was love "