Hear the sirens of the ambulance, just a reminder that the death's not far. This town keeps its streets unsafe to walk at nights, and only two steps from this rooftop could take me anywhere... but here.
If you're a coward just like me, you probably know how it feels - I'm burying my chin in my chest and shamely walking away. And while I'm at it, I am building castles high in the air, some kind of childish wishful thinking that will never be true: I wish that one day this place would become something more than just a sea of furrowed brows on faces and unjustified hate, a place where there is no anger, a place without fear and tears that are rolling down the faces loud enough, but no one hears. I might sound hypocritical as I am saying this because I hurt the ones I love and I still don't know why. It's an unreasonable reaction against those who are tryinna help. I'm sabotaging all their attempts, guess I don't wanna be saved.