Small Town

I don't have any fight left in me,

Not enough oxygen to breathe,

I look straight through everyone around,

Thinking "How could it get so bad in one small town?"

I've lost the ability to see through these tired eyes of mine,

I trace the broken promises out line by line,

Confused and in a daze,

How things could get this way?

I search until I find the escape route, 

The shallow little hole beneath this town, that holds the only way out

The easiest thing is to leave without feeling in your heart,

The numbness wears off quite quietly, and I find it more difficult to part,

"To part from what?" I ask myself for years,

Quite harsh words ring in my ears,

"From pain, from sorrow, from change, from tomorrow,"

I escape quickly over the hill on the far side of town,

Before I second-think and turn around.