The Secret Life of a Teenage Nomad

by Nobody Knows   Aug 5, 2010


I know you're hurt, but I can't stay.
I belong to my family, that's what they say.
I pack my life, and we move somewhere else.
There's no one in this world who knows me best.

A brand new town, a whole new place.
I feel like a stranger, in this mixed up space.
Soon enough, I make new friends.
I didn't think it would come to an end.

Time to pack up, it's time to go.
To another place I don't know.
Let's cut to the chase and say goodbye.
Anyways I've done this, so many times.

Time to let go, it's about time we go.
I'm just a stranger nobody knows.

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  • 14 years ago

    by Nia Warfeld

    Very good.
    That is the life for so many people today, having to leave all the time, saying goodbye becoming monotonous.

    Keep up the good work : )

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