I walked to the middle of the city to look up and stare at the tallest building. When I looked up the building collapsed and came falling down on me. When I looked up the building came spiting pieces at me.

My mother cries herself to sleep, while I fall in love with love. And you send me mixtapes and letters, so that I would think of you when you're not here.

Wicked words have traveled from across the seas to reach our ears and infect us like a disease. My mind has gone dark. The room has gone dark. The house has gone dark.

Please don't cry.