What time is it?

Is it the third, the fourth or the fifth,

Oh time?!

Could I brake this line?

I got to the city at such a bad time!

And I can’t blame it,

All ‘that fun I had’

I relate it to it, to my

Suffocating place

In which when I’m sick of it

I can’t find my place.

And if I tell straight

Would it be appreciated?

I swear that I hate it,

I won’t put my arm around you, you, pretty!

Who in the world

Has actually thought about

Me passing down my entire mental

Health!

Don’t drag me through bad moods!

I hate it, I hate it,

I hate this city!

I hate it, I hate it,

Can’t help it,

Can’t help it

But crying, yeah crying…

Messed up circumstances,

Don’t taste it when someone’s

Planning puts me off my senses,

Stop it, stop it, stop it…

Small, odd,

Strange no,

Don’t make me call ‘pretty’

a Stranger!

I haven’t known it by now,

But once I got too close,

Passed and broke the line,

Back to this time,

I hate this city