TRAPPED IN THIS CITY

Pale and grim resigned to this grey city 
The streets are uneven, dirty and gritty 
My time spent here is only for show 
I want to leave but have nowhere to go 

I must rise now and face another day
Wonder what obstacles will get in my way
Autopilot best describes the mood of me
In this city I will never feel at home and free

Another day done just the same like before 
This city is affecting me I know that for sure
Must get out of here by fair means or foul 
Time I admit dear friend to throw in the towel