She fell, collapsed into a crowded street in may   she'll never be the same, I wish she was   I look and wash the drying tears off of her face   never to erase what has been done   could it be the stress of this dying mess   damn damn that crowded street in may   could it be the stress of this dying mess   damn damn that crowded street in may   now she's a burden, just some water for a fire   I say I'm still in love, but I'm a liar   she walked the daylight in gown worn on her wedding day    denying what's been taken all in stride   could it be the stress of this dying mess   damn damn that crowded street in may   could it be the stress of this dying mess   damn damn that crowded street in may   could it be the stress of this dying mess   damn damn that crowded street in may   could it be the stress of this dying mess   damn damn that crowded street in may