Smalltown Boy - Bronski Beat

Here is an 80's song that really sums up my teenage years. I grew up in a very small town of 800 people. During my teenage years, I was pretty sure I was the only gay person for miles around. Even though I found out much later that there were a few other gay people, I still feel that small town living sucks.

You leave in the morning, With everything you own, In a little black case.
Alone on a platform, The wind and the rain, On a sad and lonely face.

Mother will never understand, Why you had to leave.
But the answers you seek, Will never be found at home.
The love that you need, Will never be found at home.

Run away, turn away, run away, turn away, run away.
Run away, turn away, run away, turn away, run away.

Pushed around and kicked around, Always a lonely boy.
You were the one, That they'd talk about around town, As they put you down.
And as hard as they would try, They'd hurt to make you cry.
But you never cried to them, Just to your soul.
No you never cried to them, Just to your soul.

Run away, turn away, run away, turn away, run away.
Run away, turn away, run away, turn away, run away.
Cry , boy, cry...

And here is a remix, Bronski Beat - Smalltown Boy mixed with Madonna - Perfect Stranger