In the blanks of the night sky,
With the sound of bugs behind,
Nothing to share my time,
Under the banner of the city lights,
This is when my heart cries.
A few days have gone by,
And I can't remember where time flies,
Days will turn into months,
And will miss so much my loved ones,
Where good luck goes wrong,
And trust turns into lies,
Where you turn into strangers,
In this restless living style,
When promises are made to break,
And problems are tough to sort,
When I look back and compare
My life then and now,
I am left wondering
What has changed and how,
When each day is a new war,
When each night is restless chaos,
When I look in the mirror and
I only see my heart cry,
And here I stand alone,
In the middle of a new world,
I can't let the tears roll down
That is when my heart cries.
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