This city seems so big
Yet I still feel small
Look down at my feet
I see the ants and how they crawl
Yet I'm flying up, thousands of feet
This is real life?
What I'm meant to be?
Last minute of mine, that I was a kid
Look at the time, I don't know what just hit
Ten past eleven, I'm now just eighteen
If I blink for a moment, I'm chasing my dreams now
I'm chasing my dreams, yet they always seem to be just out of reach
The greener the grass, right below my own feet
But people like me just don't like to be happy, no
I'm changing my angle, I'm changing perspective
I'm sick of this city, I had no direction
Short look in the mirror, I'm turning reflective
Need to know who I am, I need to know who I am
The horizons will come
But first, the night