Manhattan

it’s easy to be lonely

in the lights of this city

wondering why you can never look me in the eyes

when you tell me that im pretty

 

you say you love me but your fingers are crossed

and it’s so easy to get lost

in the eyes 

of this city

 

and if you weren’t proud to have me

why did you pretend you were?

 

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