Truthfully speaking
The streets here are empty
There's no love to find
Buckeye trees shade the darkness
That houses our world
I'm drained from playing this game
If the sun were ever to come
It'd be gone in an instant
Yet we're all so young
Though we fight hard to live
We feed on the anger we give
Voided and overdrawn
Blowing our way through dawn
It's so hard to be this way
It's so hard to walk away
Let me finally be free
Introduce light to me
Turning back on his face
I feel bad leaving
I feel bad leaving him in this place
Cause I know just what will happen
Franklin will kill his soul
He won't be able to let go