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I hate the way my footsteps echo through this hollow town

People grow up, get old, and then they fall back into the ground

They still don't see that it's just a cycle that they can undo

They just keep running circles around the same church pews

I need a way to escape this place

Pack my bags leave without a trace

Remember my name my face

because someday I'll be gone

gone gone gone  

 

 

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[papaed]

I think I'd call this 'small town blues'. This is the same feeling millions of others have felt when looking to find a place for themselves to feel satisfied and successful in a limited environment. Truth is that you need to feel secure within yourself wherever you are. That's not easy to do, and some never accomplish it. It's OK to follow your heart, but try very hard to be practical as you do it. Make a plan and stick to it as well as you can. When things change beyond your control, bed flexible and modify the plan.
This is well expressed... with good imagery and with rhyming. Writing helps. Good luck my internet friend.
papaed