Destroy this city, blight fucking town.
How much time will I lose bowing down?
This is not for me. I'm not meant for this...
Still I'm trying, still I'm hoping,
when there's nothing left for me.
Will I leave this fucking place
or will it get the best of me?
I still remember all the fights,
all the times you let me down,
I should have run, I should have left
instead of giving up...
And still you question what I say
do you believe I can live in this hell?
I'm wasting time... You've wasted me.
And when I leave this place,
will you tell yourself you were right,
will we be still fighting over nothing?
I swear you would do the same
if you felt what I felt,
this was never a joke to me
I'm leaving town tonight.
These streets... and their ghosts...
These cold gray streets, they stole enough from my heart.
This wasted youth was long enough, let's move on.

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