Old lover

I was once happy walking through the streets of the Empire State.
I’d look at those buildings and feel as imposing as the highest skyscrapers.

I remember feeling like a million bucks, the luckiest girl in the city.
I made it. I had found love in the city that never sleeps.

And then, here I am. Feeling lonely in the crowd. Wondering what actually happened to me. How come those streets don’t mean anything anymore? How did everything change so fast? Wait, it’s been a year!

I mean, come on! This was my place in the world, and now, it’s just so noisy that all I can feel is anxiety.
I look back, and I can’t see much. It’s all so blurry, but it was home!

Now home is thousands of miles away. Now my whole heart lives in a much quieter place, and I look at New York and I feel nothing. It’s like looking at an old lover and realizing you’ve moved on. There are only good memories, but no more feelings.

Oh, New York, I used to love you so much. I guess that’s what we are now, just old lovers.

It was nice seeing again though, but I gotta go now.