Dying in New Brunswick - Thursday

You told me on your birthday
All the things that
This place had done to you
And in the streets you walk
You hide your face cause
They don't believe it's true
They say it doesn't happen that often
But it's happening right now
I'm writing you this
Letter to let you know
I'm not all right
And in this city
The streets are paved with hate
So you can cry yourself to sleep tonight
And say
No there aren't enough love songs in the sky
You're counting down the days till you can say
Bye bye city bye bye
You're walking down on union
You see the roads
And know they're a part of you
They say it doesn't happen that often
But it's happening right now
I'm writing you a second time
To let you know
Nothing here has changed
The streets：still paved with hate
So you can cry yourself to sleep tonight
Will you look back on this night
As the day that ruined your life
Will you look back on these city streets and say
Oh god what happened
With these city streets I hide my face
I turn away when you look at me
And every night when I try and sleep
I feel your hands all over my body
You stripped away the street signs
And you shot out all the stop lights
You smashed away the buildings
What would you have left