Living the city
love isn't pretty
I hope the light
that blinks in the sky
is a star
but I know it's
an airplane
not to far
cold houses
dark rooms
I hide in my closet
from you
smells like pine trees
in my bed
you want to
change everything
about me

I don't like me

Living in the city
I can't breathe
I can't sleep

Waking up early
leave to have a few hours of being free

It's raining black rain
I guess we're all in pain