So this place where I've sprouted n grown,
Is becoming less and less,
Of a home,
I wish I didn't feel this way,
Wasn't so alone,
But I also can't wait,
Till I'm gone,
Far away from CT,
A place that I've never really desired to be,
I hate the fake ways,
The games,
And the wanabe's,
Crackheads,
Alcoholics,
At 17...,
Trying to find real,
Is like a cinderella story,
It's pretty much impossible,
But when I leave,
It'll be with a sweet smile on my face,
Cuz I finally get to go away,
From this place.