This is my street, I smile at the neighbors I've known all my life, they regard me with pride, and everyone's sweet. They say you're going places. So how can I say, that while I was away, I had so much to hide? "Hey guys, it's me." The biggest disappointment you know. So can I say, to these faces that I used to know..."Hey I'm home" They're not worried about me. They are all counting on me to succeed. I am the one who made it out. They one who always made the grades.