There's dirt piling up on the side of the roads, Making it almost an impossible city to walk in, While the dry leaves of the trees, Don't feel romantic enough to me now, Where's all the tax payers mon

Can I come back to you, Wounded from the battles, I fight silently in my head, Scratched all over with scars my thoughts cause, Breathless yet with my heart beating too fast, The same one you broke on