My god, I hated the city

In fact, I’d never felt more lonely

Surrounded by a million people that don’t really know me

I began to get the impression that maybe I’ll never quite feel free

I’m still stuck here in this city

I’ve walked a million paces, but I’m still not where I’m trying to be

All the people I’ve met are slowing blurring from my memory

I get the impression that I’ll never feel like I’m being me