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I've never held a more honest conversation in my whole lifethan the one with you on the hill up to your house just weeks before summertimegave us so much hope and understanding about ourselvesBut now I realize I might never again see youin the same lightWe were best friends playing Super Nintendo in the basement of your parents' housewhere we talked about our secrets and how we just wanted to die most of the timeso suffocated in a place we both hated, and I thought I left, but it feels like I've come backto the loneliness of Northeastern GeorgiaThis place is not my homeGeorgia's not my home.I want everyone to know this is where I standI can't do this anymore. I can't keep faking smiles.I'm so sick of being someone I know I'm not.I'm someone I'm not.I just hope you're happy somewhereI know we'll never be the sameIt's amazing what a small town can do to kids like you and me(we'll be alright)It's everything I don't want to be From Letras Mania