No Place Like Home

It makes my blood boil.
Small towns talk and thrive on turmoil.
So quit searching for peace.
Too many people are feeding the beast.
Nothing stops the pain, it only gets worse.
I will never learn to let go.
I was born with this fucking curse.
Holding on to memories but they just drag me in the dirt.
And I know that this won't kill me, but it's still not worth the hurt.
Please lend me your fucking hand because this is getting old.
I can barely stand.
Don't let me fall to my knees because I won't get back up.