HIGH TIMES,THE CLOCK STRIKES MIDNIGHT SHE GRABS HER THINGS AND TURNS TO GO HER COAT TIGHTLY AROUND HER WAIST AND WALKS HER WAY BACK HOME ALONE RAINDROPS DRIP DOWN HER SHOULDERS SHES SICK AND TIRED OF THIS LIFE THE NIGHT ARE GETTING COLDER SELLING HER BODY FOR A DIME BACK IN HER SMALL APARTMENT TAKES OFF HER DRESS AND HIGHHEELED SHOES SHE HATES TO WEAR THIS GARMENT TO DRINK, IS ALL THAT SHE CAN DO SHE KNOWS HER DREAM HAS BURST NOW ALONE AND SAD,SHE SIT AND CRIES SOMEBODY CAME AND STOLE IT ITS TIME TO LIVE, OR TIME TO DIE LOOKING BACK ON HER LIFE PACKED WITH CRAP, WITH PAIN AND WITH LIES SEEMS THAT NOTHING WENT RIGHT FOUND THE STREETS WITH ITS LIFE SURE ITS NOT WHAT SHE THOUGHT FOR HER KIND SOUGHT THE SUN WITH BLIND EYES IN THE BACK OF HER MIND OH SHE CAN FEEL THE TOUCH OF HER MOTHERS HAND THE WHISPER OH DONT GO AWAY THATS NOT YOUR LIFE ITS HATE THAT YOULL FIND LOOKING BACK ON HER LIFE PACKED WITH CRAP,WITH PAIN AND WITH LIES SEEMS THAT NOTHING WENT RIGHT FOUND THE STREETS WITH ITS LIFE SURE ITS NOT WHAT SHE THOUGHT FOR HER KIND SOUGHT THE SUN WITH BLIND EYES NOW SHES PART OF THE GRIME NEVER THOUGHT IT WOULD TURN OUT THIS WAY DANCING THERE ON THE MINDS
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