i cannot think.
leaving, it will be so hard this time.
i am on the train and its getting dark, slowly.
i see myself in the glass, lights from billions of houses shine. some near, some far away.
my words are honest when i say that leaving hurts my heart and my stomach and my soul.
i seem take it so easy but
everytime i stand in the train and look at my face and the light i share too many memories with them and suddenly see myself in the glass, hoping the lights will vanish through the teardrops i give to this city.
i am on the train and its getting dark, slowly.
i see myself in the glass, lights from billions of houses shine. some near, some far away.
my words are honest when i say that leaving hurts my heart and my stomach and my soul.
i seem take it so easy but
everytime i stand in the train and look at my face and the light i share too many memories with them and suddenly see myself in the glass, hoping the lights will vanish through the teardrops i give to this city.