Down in the dark dirty streets lays a man,
Afraid of himself with no one to lend a hand...
Pencils.
Perfectly aligned with beauty...
We are the troubled of today
The tattered lives with much to say...
The bells toll,
The bells of death...
Alright. People say the meanings fuzzy, so here:
It's about a girl [let's say myself] defending a...
What a beautiful wall
Standing so majestically tall...
Split the image of burning fascades and utter...
Hold your head high with attempt and dripping...
Wisdom comes in many forms,
Sometimes from a unexpected face...
There are certain types of people
'Friends' you should watch out for...
Prove me wrong,
Tell me what they say are lies...
"Tell me a story"
She's asking for news...
What's Left of Me.
Her wheels are turning down an old dirt road...