naughty boy, a pretty girl
The coolest lad and prom night queen
sleepy town, a country school
The [bad word] place you’ve ever seen
The signs of bars and traffic lights
So where you think could all this happen?

Right!
Just look outside
Ain’t it the same street spreading far and wide?
Just step outside
And see this story with your own eyes

cell, a flower store
field of graves… that’s something weird
It may be strange, it may be odd
Sometimes it’s hard to hold your tears
It’s not a tale with elves and knights
You almost know where it could happen

«More spite and love, less joy and laugh,
This time it’s all a real life [bad word] plight, a suicide…
No chance to wait for a happy ending»