The City
Crashing into a broken piece of glass-shattered.
Forever lights bright seen in every inch of sight-vision.
What do you want from me? Tell me.
Don't say you can help me when you give me empty promises.
I have to let you go. Run away. There you are.
Twisting past your lies, I am still trying to get away.
I promise I will be good.
You can give, but you can also take away.
Who am I working for? Tell me.
Im trying so hard, and I never get nothing in return-expectations.
Thank you for everything you've shown me.
Although you may be full of pity, you still remain MY city.