The lights bring me back every single time, green lines blurred across a starlit sky
and I reassess but don't change my mind,
I know I made the right choice.

Blanket the hills, bury the dead, the same one thought echoes and then whispered replies from bitter winds "This city hates you too."

As I lay down this throbbing head I hear the words repeat themselves.

"Don't listen to a word they've said.
They'll never know"


I guess some people never change.
Some things will always stay the same.
With nowhere to go and no one to blame, accept yourself.

I guess some people never change and some things will always stay the same but I won't let forget that one refrain "don't forget to stay true to yourself."