Noah Shepherd - Nowheres Home

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I used to know this one little kid
Walked around like he owned the joint
When help came he ran and hid
In fear his pride was for bid

Now his parents they wanted the best
Tried to raise him as best they could
He's gonna do just what he wants
Now jail time is his taunt

Now his dad wonders what went wrong
And his mom she drinks til she's numb
All his friends they up and left
Because empathy he can't possess

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Writer(s): Noah Shepherd
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