It's time to climb,
and get far, far away.
I'll get up the hill,
thats pushing me down.
I sit here and pray,
that everything will be better soon.
Everything gets around,
in this little town,
maybe I'll drown,
in my tears of sorrow.
I was to young to go through that.
It wounded my little heart,
I wish I could of stood my ground.
To bad I was to little,
to know how to take the pain away.
Because i would of cut it gone...
