On the street where I grew up. There was a girl named Adalia. We used to walk to a part deep in the woods. And in the middle of the night. I can still hear her cries.
I remember the police around. I remember the aweful sound. But the hardest memory. Was when she laughed with me. I never saw her there. I remember I just started running. I'm so sorry, Adalia.
Whatever happened out there. Will never be clear. Life can be so unfair. I miss you Adalia. I miss you Adalia
On the street where I grew up. There was a man who lived alone. He used to walk to a part deep in the woods. I never thought of it. But he wont leave my head. I swear I saw him in the woods earlier that night.
Whatever happened out there. Will never be clear. Life can be so unfair. I miss you Adalia. I miss you Adalia.