Maybe you need a raise? (Wip, need to add grammar and shit)

I was told that I could loosen up,

And I was taught how to give more love.

And i was safe at the end of the days,

And I was told that bad men give good praise.

I was left

Lingering on the side post

And I always felt

Like his only true disciple

That's when I learned that not all girls walk the same

That's when I was taught to start number my thanks.

So, sorry to the city that's still around,

It took me weeks,

To actually leave that town.

And sorry to the people that raised me,

I hope you can see the man you made a little more clearly.