Poem Of My Past

Riding threw the woods, just past dawn

Going up to the water to go fishing in the pond

We get up there and I set of my fishing rod

Only if I knew 7 years later I would be sing this song (Aye aye)

I grew up in a lot of places but it never felt like home (Aye)

Packing up a U-Haul it barely closed

I was never the popular kid I was always unknown

Out in the field sitting alone at that one stone

I would make it friend and then leave them again

I was getting annoyed I hate trying to pretend to be

Something I'm not make myself sound like a 10

But dead down I knew I never had a real friend