They all come to London
Big dreams,
Soon abandon
Center of the world
One language turns hundred
Getting hurled
Memories Plundered
City is busy
Ignores you
You feel dizzy
Have no Clue
Not easy to get here
Harder to leave
When you realise
It's too late
There is nothing to achieve
Love and hate
You are in between
Knowing its too late
To get clean
London Knows you are here
Sad and tired
Only sees but cant here
You think you are fired
No more inspired
Done, Leaving no more,
The city is the pimp
and
You are just a whore..
