The lights reflect, shining gray on gray.
The walls glued to each other with no leeway.
The sound bounces out in every which way.
I can't stand here.

The shadows cover most anything.
The transit's as loud as the pouring rain.
The roads where you go look all the same.
I hate it here.

There ain't nothing to look at downtown.
The stores are open 'till the lights go out
The builds touch from wall to wall
The sun don't shine down here at all.

I am here.
I live here.
I've loved here
I can't leave here.

I miss the sun shining on my face.
I miss the breeze giving breathe a new taste.
The sea don't even smell like trash anymore.
My nose can't tell the sewer from the shore.