She fell, collapsed into a crowded street in may
she'll never be the same, I wish she was
I look and wash the drying tears off of her face
ever to erase what has been done
could it be the stress of this dying mess
damn damn that crowded street in may
could it be the stress of this dying mess
damn damn that crowded street in may
ow she's a burden, just some water for a fire
I say I'm still in love, but I'm a liar
she walked the daylight in gown worn on her wedding day
denying what's been taken all in stride
could it be the stress of this dying mess
damn damn that crowded street in may
could it be the stress of this dying mess
damn damn that crowded street in may
could it be the stress of this dying mess
damn damn that crowded street in may
could it be the stress of this dying mess
damn damn that crowded street in may