Looking for the stars

I'm looking for the stars that I don't see

I'm looking for the stars that is supposed to be there.

But all I see is the city lights

And all I hear is the sound of over speeding cabs

It's past midnight, although it's a sat night, you'd think there would be some kinda peace but no.

There is nothing wrong with this country, but there is something wrong with me.

I miss the humanities and the warmth of the people.

I said I'll get there no matter whatever it takes, but living the life knowing it's not where I belong, it sux. Give me 2-3 years, I'm getting out of here.