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.