I’ll fade into the dark of the alleys, Headlights on wet streets, cold and lonely. I’m walking away, no games, no lies, Lost again in words that never feel right. Ashes of dreams, dust on the roads, I disappear, so cold, so bold. Like my time here’s almost gone, I choose a quiet forever, slow and long. Streetlight glow, wind in the swirl, All that’s left when the night curls. A drop of sky, a drop of light, I fade away — that’s the end of the fight.
