I'm From Lonely Lane

I'm from Lonely Lane, oak trees and the sun that is always leaving, the critters that pass me every Sunday evening. I'm from sad memories from the past, from piles of dishes in the sink to last. From trash and bottles all over the street and less and less people I meet. I'm from "get out!", "leave me alone!", and "you're so lame!"; The empty house haunts me all through out the day. From lying and cheating, from lots of deceiving. From regreting and grieving........I'm from Lonely Lane and I guess I'm never leaving.