this city feels so wrong
like it doesn't really even belong
everything inside me
makes me feel like i can't see
anything
lost in my pain
can something
please return the rain
people can't see me when i cry
the rain is my little lullaby
when you look at me
what do you see
is it a man or a monster
i feel like an imposter
lost in the tides of time
lost in the ride i rhyme
contorted
that's what i am
distorted
that's how i began
lost in all this
lost in fear
why can't i find bliss
there's nothin to hear
but hearing yourself
thru the black abyss
that you let grow up on a shelf
and the end of all this
where will we be
cuz it all keeps happenin to me
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