Forget Who I Am

The desire to escape from your grey and drab existence

Wake up, get up

Look outside the window ledge

The city booms with potential

But here I am standing at the edge

These good times

Only a train ride away

I could forget who I am just for a night

I could be a king just for a day

Run off, get off

The train into nothingness

The city is bleak and grey

An empty void of hopelessness

These good times

Only a train ride away

I could forget who I am just for a night

I could be a king just for a day

An temporary escape

Walking all night through unknown fields

As we gather bruises and scrapes

This drunken joy

The only joy I'll ever feel

These good times

Only a train ride away

I could forget who I am just for a night

I could be a king just for a day

The End

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