The lights bring me back every single time. Green lines blurred across a starlit sky, and I reassess but don't change my mind I know I made the right choice. Blanket the hills, bury the dead, the same one thought echoes and then whispered replies from bitter winds "this city hates you too." As I lay down this throbbing head I hear the words repeat themselves. Don't listen to a word they've said, they'll never know. I guess some people never change. Some things will always stay the same. With nowhere to go and no one to blame, accept yourself. I guess some people never change and some things will always stay the same, but I won't forget that one refrain "don't forget to stay true to yourself."