The sheet of rain pours down here

As, to shady alleys, I silently adhere

People walk by and children laugh

While I sigh and close my eyes half

The cold gets to me so I hug myself

I feel like a forgotten book in shelf

So lost in suburbs of New York City

I have gained nothing but self-pity

I wasn't made for this busy city life

These crowds leave me in this strife

I often wonder what I did so wrong

To end up in this search for so long

For my eyes keep scanning streets

To look for those same lovely treats

That once were shared between us

But now I travel all alone in the bus

Side-glances once guiding my way

Now, their absence leaves me astray

I look in this rush for a familiar face

That always tried to match my pace

My gaze returns back oh so hollow

For all I can do is manage to follow

All the paths that held our shy steps

To finally forget our future life preps

But sometimes when I look out there

While I stand by my window so clear

I end up falling apart 'n' crying alone

For I can't bear this old silent phone...

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