I walk through this broken down, old, dirty town
The streets are filled with garbage
Piling along the edges of buildings
The sky is as gray as oil
The grass is nothing but the town it’s self
The grass is dying
People stay inside their apartments
They don’t dare to see the town this way
Once this town was a great little town
Filled with hope, love and apple trees
Now this town is nothing but endless miles of darkness
This town is like every person living in it
Filled with hopelessness, sorrow and despair
I leave this town without a sound
I can’t bear to see it die