It’s clear this town isn’t mine
I’ve been feeling it for a while
Every corner holds an angry face
Every friend, a sarcastic smile
So, I’m leaving this black hole town
That’s no good for my soul to play in
And I’ll find grass greener yonder
That’s where I’m intending laying
15th Sep 2024 – It seems in my mind that I already knew I needed to move on.
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