I love this town that i grew up in
It was a good place to really begin...

Behind every cover,
Is a story untold...

Does this finally mean it's over?
The door is finally closing shut...

Sometimes i hate myself,
I don't believe in things I want to do...

You want a fresh new start,
You want to be best friends again...

So there you go...
Going 45 and turning on the exit...

Sometimes i think and ask myself why
Why some people live and some people die...

You ask me what's wrong?
But i truly don't even know...

You're mind, soul and heart
Are finally gone...

There isn't much that i want in this world
Only a few things from this scarred covered girl...

So how do i get through everyday
Realizing that everything is going to be OK...

My bag is packed
I'm walking out the door...