Busy City Streets i'm sleeping. Heavy City Nights i'm weeping. Long city miles i'm crawling. Pretty city lights are calling...
But i'm falling, falling behind and it's not wrong to me to not know what i want to do and not know who i want to be, i'm just tired of living a lie with two faces and a smile... I'm tired of wasting my time.
Busy City Streets i'm sleeping. Heavy City Nights i'm weeping. Long city miles i'm crawling. Pretty City Lights enthralling...
But i'm falling behind and it's not wrong to want to change my mind.
Busy City Streets i'm sleeping. Heavy City Nights i'm dreaming for i'd rather be anywhere than living in this nightmare.
|