In this city where night kills the day;
Everyone's out there and parties all the way;
With boozes and music that is so loud;
Carries the soul and passion of all that is in the crowd.
In this city where night kills the day;
The dawn never breaks the city where I lay;
It's like a world that revolves in reverse;
Only the difference is no one takes it as a curse.
In this city where night kills the day;
People work's late and sleep all day;
There is really no explanation, to what is going on anyway;
It comes so natural that people get used to day by day;
In this city where night kills the day;
My inspiration precedes all the things to say;
Never a dull moment for me as my poetry overwhelms;
All the feelings I set aside, watching the day pass through the seams..
In this city where night kills the day;
All your worries will simply go away;
Getting used to stress is a way to survive;
Oh what a great way this city does just to make people feel alive.
Dec 15, 2013
Dec 15, 2013 at 6:27 AM UTC
In this city where night kills the day;
Everyone's out there and parties all the way;
With boozes and music that is so loud;
Carries the soul and passion of all that is in the crowd.
In this city where night kills the day;
The dawn never breaks the city where I lay;
It's like a world that revolves in reverse;
Only the difference is no one takes it as a curse.
In this city where night kills the day;
People work's late and sleep all day;
There is really no explanation, to what is going on anyway;
It comes so natural that people get used to day by day;
In this city where night kills the day;
My inspiration precedes all the things to say;
Never a dull moment for me as my poetry overwhelms;
All the feelings I set aside, watching the day pass through the seams..
In this city where night kills the day;
All your worries will simply go away;
Getting used to stress is a way to survive;
Oh what a great way this city does just to make people feel alive.
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