Some home.

Only in just one month,
I'll be gone,like the crack of a gun,
In a world,of hate and riot.

I don't understand why the pressure's on me,
I'm only a teenager,a little over thirteen,
but still making this decision,is something I have to do.

Leaving everyone behind is my nightmare,
But apparently I'll be in the arms of love and care,
But trust me,this is something I have to do.

I promise you I'll be back in the Summer,
When we can run around like kids again and feel even dumber,
than ever before,I know you don't want to hear this lie anymore...

But trust me on this one,I swear it's true,
Every word,take for granted,especially when I say "I love you"
Because it might just be the last time you hear my voice.

Even though how much I don't want to go through this,
It's a choice I have to make,these people do insist,
I make it pretty quick,but do it right before I get sick.

Sick and tired of this empty life of course,
You're the only good thing,And not by force,
Because you chose,to keep me alive like a plastic rose.

But remember me forever,even if I don't leave,
All I need for you to do is believe,
I'll be in your heart,exactly like I said,from the start.