I took a stroll down the dusty streets today
The desolate paths were walled by lonely buildings
I think it's what they call "Downtown"
But I doubt they truly believe it

I opened up the door to a shop today
The creak was met by a clang
Of bells once happy to greet me
They say it's an antiquity they ought to keep around
But I doubt they truly believe it

I stepped into the library today
The shelves so full yet barren
Dust laid like sorrow
Longing for days gone past
They say it's a public place
Of commerce and talk
But I doubt they truly believe it

I sat down on a bench today
The sky looked down with orange tears
This place was only sorrow encased in buildings and roads
Full of people avoiding the pulls
To get away from this place, to a happier pasture

They say it's normal around here, to get lost in the loneliness
But I doubt they truly believe it