Centerville, TN
I grew up thinking
this is how I have to be
look like everyone else
act the same way
we're in the middle of nowhere
I could never understand
how someone could settle here
and think it's a dream
fields and fields of nothing
only run down shops
and closed minded inhabitants
who never escape
I always knew there was more to me
than this town could offer
once I escaped
I had the world at my feet
now I come back
to where it all began
sit alone at the park
where I wrote my lyrics on the fence
I see the people that roam here
and wonder if they know
that there's more to offer
than this town could possibly hold
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