I was bruised and battered, I couldn't tell what I felt, I was unrecognizable to myself, I saw my reflection in a window, I didn't know my own face, Oh brother, are you gonna leave me wastin' away On the streets of Philadelphia?

The night has fallen, I'm lyin' awake, I can feel myself fading away, So receive me, brother, with your faithless kiss, Or will we leave each other alone like this On the streets…

Поганое чувство. Не узнавала собственного брата, просто потому что он был в капюшоне.

— Тея Куин

Looking at myself in the broken mirror Even my reflection knows I am hated Hard to tell myself that it isn't real When everybody saying That you are loser.

Порок испятнал лица взрослых, грех оставил на них следы, жизнь разбила их, словно окна заброшенного дома, разбила, отбежала, спряталась, вернулась и вновь бросила камень…

— Рэй Брэдбери