i'm walking away

i left the ghetto for the surburbs you disgusted me i left with a smile knowing you won't bother me no more you won't be asking for a bowl of sugar that you probably won't return you won't be playing your loud music you won't be jumping my picket fence speaking nosey nonsense of dried mucus it pisses me off i left you because you were double when it comes to trouble i was not able to be diplomatic even around the table its painful that i can't get rid of you because you are my identity