The streets of reflection without the mirror,
I see the roofs falling
The numbness of my fingers can tell
You carry a thousand bags,
But get left with none in the morning
Last night,
I walked the streets in pain
To hear the moon whisper
Without words to say
I felt the treasure fall
And cried with another day
I murmured the strain in a song
And ballad my way home
I walked in heels.
I walked with bruises
I fell in love with the beautiful night,
But woke up to know,
your love kills.