I pretty much just hated Florida, I "vacationed" there for two months and my entire summer, I had no one to talk to, but because I was with family, I had to stay. I lived through it though... obviously.
Lyrics
I’m walking down the street, pieces are falling off of me
The more I give, the more you take, the less of me there is to break
And I don’t come with a warrantee (No repairs, no return.)
Hiking down highway seventy-five north, I just want to go home, sweet home
Don’t have to know so please don’t say that it’s a thousand miles away
It don’t matter anyway (Because things just happen.)
Doctor would you please tell me something, something to ease my mind
I want to know that I am sane, no paradoxes in my brain
Got trouble with this angry pain, got trouble
My trouble, I can’t remember who I am
