One day my dear,
This will all make sense.
All the lost loves
And little regrets.
Every teardrop in city streets
All the little defeats.
The smiles and the laughs,
Late night dancing in the streets
Things will make sense,
Just give it a little time.
I promise my dear
Everything will be fine.

Now I'm starting to feel a little manic depressive one day I'm happy the next I'm so aggressive who can I be in a world that hates me

Who takes my culture and separated it into two parts the good for money and the bad becomes funny

I was born a monster but you can pay to become a monster too as long as you're eyes are blue

Who taught you how to male gaze?
On a day so hot it could cook an egg...
Was it your father
That told you my legs were ****** fodder?
Or was it your mother
Who said my **** are wild and for someone other than a toddler
Now while I'm proud to a woman
I also walk this earth as human
And your eyes make me despise
Every curve of my thighs
As much as I'm beautiful
My mind is also useful

Who taught you to male gaze
On hot New York days?

In 3 years my days have complied
Into what seems like like 3 weeks
In the city that never sleeps
But it's all I want to do
I haven't even had a chance to blink
Senses become desensitized
To blaring of sirens or the smells of people dying
But I guess we're all dying
The shell of my cancer soul
Has grown thicker and stronger
But not any less blue
My heart has grown more weary
But it still rest on my sleeve
It's wonder how anyone finds themselves
In this concrete time machine
Maybe it's more like losing what you came with and building something new
This city where dreams become reality
And reality becomes you

The airplanes twinkle in the night sky
These are my shooting stars
The city skyline glistens and shimmers
Prettier than Gods creation
I'll make a wish on every one I can make out
I'm not ashamed to admit that flying above all the chaos
Makes it all seem worth it

I'm a walking contradiction
Controlled by my emotions
Unaware of my action
In one ear and out of the other
The words of my friends vs the words of my mother
Who am I really?
Does anyone ever know?
Or do we just lie to ourselves to give the world a show
Ashamed of evolution
Comforted by prediction

New York blues,
I've been looking for you;
The way you make me stare
At someones shoes
Instead of their eyes.
New York blues.
The way you make silence feel
Golden.
New York blues.
The ways you make me nostalgic for people I have never met.
Blues, blues, blues
You make me want to throw away my culture
And forget what my mother taught me,
Make me want a high I've never tried;
You put the world at my fingertips
So shocking!
Lonely, lonely
New York blues.