i see the lights of the dawn over balconies
but not where i belong
they leave a year and a day until they say to me
see what i've become
but nothing around here is right for me
im still sick to death of change
but please dont save my life for me
i'll only change again
i could escape to the city
could escape to the city
could escape to the city
there’s far too much to know around here to tell where i am from
far too much to know around here to tell where i am from
i no longer know you, can you tell what i’ve become?
- by andrew villanelle.
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