Why does it always start to rain three steps far from home
Why do we feel lost the most when we're actually not alone
Trying to keep our hearts away from being hurt by anyone
We kiss goodbye our childhood dreams
Trading our souls for a good night of sleep
And still we wake up to good intentions leading to bitter ends
Forgive me for not sticking around to see also we have build fall apart
I no longer stay awake
For short summers and no air to breathe
In these crowded streets