classic rainy morning
Taking over London
As I walk away
I turn away
I’m leaving

Goodbye is full
Yet it finds me empty
city turned to cold
Turned to none

Who would I be
If everything I own is
Stolen in front of my very own eyes
And how can I not over analyze
When so much was taken by the storm [bad word] on empty
Fuelled by sadness
Of all we could’ve been
And should’ve been
In this madness
& If I can’t believe u
I should leave u
Can’t you see that [bad word] on empty.