Cities
And I seem to be stuck
I cannot seem to move
The atmosphere of this place surrounds me
The people, they don’t seem to care
They are just like the city
Fast, superficial, and dead
And I seem to be stuck
Looking out the window
Awed by their beauty
Wishing to be out there with them
But I stay inside
Watching them as their lives go by
And I seem to be stuck
Stuck,
In the city that once loved me
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