This is the only lonely picture
Waiting on my floor
Littering my shore
This is the last true burning letter
Given to a girl
Written by a boy
Living in a world created to destroy
But if I built you a city, would you let me?
Would you tear it down?
But there you go for the last time
I finally know now what I should have known then
And I could still be ruthless
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