Sweet, But It's Not Home
Through the sadness, life and death, and things that still grow.
Compared to where I've been, you will never know.
In this place, my new home.
It's not the same, but still so sweet.
Oh how many people I've come to meet.
I've made friends with the small shop folk.
But who am I kidding.It's all a joke.
The Donut shop was one of my favorites.But the people weren't so nice.
Which is like what you'd see, where I came to grow.