I am not the person I once was,
The nice and naive, can't survive in London,
It opens a world of hurt and being used.

If the world is going to treat me this way,
I will be the heartless person this city requires,
I just need to get all of this it out of my system.

I am so lost in this life of mine right now,
If I hurt you I don't mean it,
But my current path needs this until I find my way again.

Lonely London boy,
A stranger to the City,
A fluffy-haired gull
Lost in a sea of suitcases
And Kodak-clad people.
Big dreams tucked
Into the waistcoat
That hugged his frame
A little too much,
Occasionally glancing
Into café windows to
See how disheveled
He had become
During rush hour
On the Bakerloo Line.