Lyric

She grew up in this little town

She sings with whisper in choir ghost

She shines like a star on telly now

Though no knows its you but me

She’s left notes on quiet sex on top of the shelf

But now she's slept with men for the money and fame

Selling innocence and dreams

He lives in New York city now

Having troubles with a couple of grams and being dosed

Seeking out the true joy in pity love

And laying down on a couch

He has addressed how people and city change

On top of a hill

But still he dresses like classical basker man

Caring how we look at him

And I

I’m still being left behind

Trapped inside with future turning out to the past

Everything that I prayed for the closest one

Turning into the pain

I was a mess for your ruthless kindness

With the coldest deeds

And she said she no longer wanna be here

She doesn't even remember me

And she’s slept with men for the money and fame

Selling innocence and dreams

Giving up her life for the men with money and fame

Selling innocence and dreams

I grew up in this little town

I sing with whisper in choir ghost

I’m in my room being lonesome

And no one knows its me but me