Something she left in me remains imperfect
My heart, proceeded to it's banishment
The blame may hang upon your chest
I know all hearts dance [bad word] 
And the wounds I bear will not live in vain
I know hearts [bad word] 
I stumbled when I saw your intention
I screamed 'from my eyes [bad word] for you!'
Hoping words could move you
That this place is an enemy, full of harsh words and hearsay
And if this city were to go down in flames would you think to blow it out
With such a weak breath [bad word] about the streets [bad word] about the streets, crying confusion