Like a secret buried deep
hidden promise that
I never meant to keep

like a spark beneath the coals
I always knew one day
I had to go

say goodbye
to the girl
who tried to please
lost her way
lost her ease

say goodbye
to the girl
I thought I knew
lost her way
lost what’s [bad word] 
Three o’clock in the morning
Sirens screaming up my street
Whining they won’t go away
This part [bad word] 
Three o’clock in the morning
feeling trapped feeling blue
the voices they won’t go away
This is what I must do