Its so strange to say
I miss my old life, were I used to be
My old friends, even though they were few
I miss jumping on the bus to see Rebecca,
I miss running through Hoxton to cadets
I even miss laughing at those who,
thought they scared me
I miss it
I miss the streets,
Of the city of london,
going down to the river with Tom
helping the tourists on their way, laughing,
at their poor attempts to read maps
the tube journeys home were,
always a laugh
i miss it
London life
it had many problems
I hated having to aviod bad things
being attacked by all those who hated me
But it had many good things to,
that I took for granted
all the fun I had
I miss it
