Leaving

Why are we leaving?

My fingers along my door I rake
I sigh and think I want to cry
My mother's hand I reach toward and take
The world and It's ways are amazingly sly.

Why are we leaving?

My heart is closed, and wants to break
The people I love in my head float by
I feel like i'm trapped in a very small crate
My voice is stuck, probably feeling shy

Why are we leaving?

From this dream I want to wake
This all must be a big fat lie
All of this must be a fake
I cry and gaze into the sky

Why are we leaving?

I climb into our little car, my shoulders shake
A tear rolls from my best friends eye
All those summers by the lake?
I'll miss them and cry till my eyes run dry

Please tell me, why we're leaving