City lights look so much different from the sky.
Flying over unfamiliar cities, I regret never saying goodbye,
But the fact that you don't understand... That's the only reason why.
I'm a wanderer, lost in my own mind.
I'm insane; I wish I'd never stepped out of line.
Then maybe I could still call you mine.

But instead, like the coward I am,
I'll fly, fleeting away in the night,
Out of mind if I'm out of sight.
But I can't get rid of this guilt.
I'm drowning in this sea of things that hate built.

Perhaps running away will teach me something.
Maybe, If I learn, things would be better.
Whisk me away into the night and see what the future brings.
But, in the end, all I see are loving faces that turn away and leave with looks of regret,
"I wish I never met her."

City lights seem so much brighter somehow.