You find me in the most desolate corner of the city, a mirror reflecting your own hidden despair. Once, I was someone of privilege, now I'm a castaway. You came to this place to show pity or expecting the same destiny?
You find me in the most desolate corner of the city, a mirror reflecting your own hidden despair. Once, I was someone of privilege, now I'm a castaway. You came to this place to show pity or expecting the same destiny?