Wounded,

 My love, good night to stop embarrassing
Do not worry I'll hurt
I'm used to open
understanding what else can?
love this city is just too expensive to lie along the gorgeous window
brilliant display of sweet illusion
who really did think you will come to be taken in
Why you will not be different but the same
cold loneliness warm fictional
can sustain no reason to turn to the dawn I stumbled forward

In this maze of illusions spun down would be more simple

; but unwilling
love this city too would like neon disguised as
Who left the lights forgot to turn off after a confused dream for too brilliant to be able to stay
that side But who are you willing to stay in Who love song than a kiss beside
longer
This is called good terms
not say I feel guilty you do not say you'll never miss me
; I know how to go this road alone, please do not comfort me

; My love, good night do not mind I only have hurt

; was only slightly injured.