Days in Stockholm (lo-fi pop)

In the northern lights, where the city stands tall, Crowded trains and subways, I’ve seen it all. Yet today feels just like yesterday's line, I keep wondering, is this happiness, or am I fine? Dreams are my excuse, living alone, chasing the free, The last trip with Mom is just a child's memory. I remember the first day be in this city, bags in hand, feeling lost, The first night, lonely moon, what a life. Chorus: In Stockholm's embrace, a city of dreams, Swallowing hopes, or so it seems. Homesick heart, but finding a better me, Is this the place where I want to be? A city that moves me, but often feels cold, Loved so many, nights grew old. On rainy days, a PostNord surprise, A moment of joy, light in my eyes. Bridge: It's okay, I'm still smiling through, A quick "thank you," battle we all pursue. People say, "Dreams come true, are you not happy?" I know, but sometimes it's still so sad. Outro: After years of stumbling, some friends stay, some go, Some give up, and some still glow. Day after day, walking the same old streets, In the subway, faces cold, a new day's beat.