New York City is not my home

everything reminds me
of everyone I miss
everything I left behind
the softness of your kiss
here the streets are noisy
and full of the unknown
New York City is not my home

I was full of youthful hope
I was full of dreams
full of piss and vinegar
I was wrong, it seems
your mind turns into traffic
and your heart is made of stone
New York City is not my home