They all come to London

Big dreams,

Soon abandon

Center of the world

One language turns hundred

Getting hurled

Memories Plundered

City is busy

Ignores you

You feel dizzy

Have no Clue

Not easy to get here

Harder to leave

When you realise

It's too late

There is nothing to achieve

Love and hate

You are in between

Knowing its too late

To get clean

London Knows you are here

Sad and tired

Only sees but cant here

You think you are fired

No more inspired

Done, Leaving no more,

The city is the pimp

and

You are just a whore..