Didn’t Want To Be Here

By JennB   

Nothing new, same old cliche’.
Small town blues, never finding our way.
We sang all the songs. We talked like we knew,
All about life, and what we’d do.
To be quite honest, we knew nothing at all.
We’d learned all we could, in a town so small.

Had to get out, but didn’t know how.
Wanted to grow up, wanted it now.
In the end, it’d be our worst fear.
We were too scared to leave, didn’t want to be here.

Load and rowdy, raising our glass.
On the floor and drunk off our ass.
A little too high, a little too loose,
Hating this town, it felt just like a noose.
Raising hell, raising cane,
But stuck right here. Going insane.

Had to get out, but didn’t know how.
Wanted to grow up, wanted it now.
In the end, it’d be our worst fear.
We were too scared to leave, didn’t want to be here.

It’s my sad song about no one way out,
Living the nightmare, crippled with doubt.
Sin and vice numbed the pain,
Knowing our lives were headed down the drain.
What else can you do when you’re too scared to go?
Take a drink, don’t think, pretend it ain’t so.

Had to get out, but didn’t know how.
Wanted to grow up, wanted it now.
In the end, it’d be our worst fear.
We were too scared to leave, didn’t want to be here.
To damned scared to leave, but hated it here.

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Typical small town angst.