Somewhere Not Here

What's wrong with me?
Why do people want to leave me so much?
You lived in me, grew up in me.
Loved, laughed, felt sorror in me.
You say you want to go somewhere new.
But what about me?
I watched you grow and change.
I watched your birth, I saw everything.
I loved you... I still do.
You still end up leaving me though.
I'd show my sorrow.
Sadly though, a city can't weep.