She was my friend.

I brought her to my towers and told her,

This is where I shed my tears.

This is where I find my heart again.

But I wasn't her bestfriend.

My secret wasn't safe with her.

She brought her better friends to my towers.

I bet they laughed and took pictures.

That is not what my towers are for.

They hear me cry and they understand.

My towers are not my towers anymore.