When I got nothing good about this town
I just need to close my eyes,
Then feel myself transported back to the town where I was raised...
I just need to imagine
I was that innocent girl, playing my doll, laughing with my sister..
For this few minutes, I live a life of my childhood adventures, imaginations..
I kinda miss my hometown..
Miss my parents, my sister, my grandmother..
I miss the house I lived in..
I miss those best times..
The time I worried nothing.. but wonders and laughter..
Now, years later, at this place where I live..
I just can't wait another day to come home..
My old town, my home, the place I always would come back..
I really miss the smell of your soil when it rains...
