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
Leaving, I must do