One of the most haunting things to see
Is the rubble of what people used to be
All the broken walls of shame
And she can't even say his name
Bricks scattered like self esteem
All among the rotting trees
The words leave an imprint on the silhouette
The brick walls left aren't even red
Shattered souls like broken glass
Mirrored fragments reflect a bitter social class
So when a sympathetic comes to clean up the mess
There isn't even a floorboard left
Nothing can be rebuilt on the cursed ground
Not a fling, not a heart, not a sound
So when he goes to scream his name
Everything stays silent all the same
She picked up and ran so far away
Somewhere like Orlando or LA
While the empty space is where it used to be
Haunted, empty, and unseen