"Odio esta ciudad y a mis amigos les importo un carajo"
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 love,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.
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