as she lay on top of whats now a broken home
the pressure'll never stop she already knows it so
she lets life decieve her sick of the constant mind tricks
no ones there ta believe her she wont close her eyelids
no ones around ta see her she's victim to her shyness
she cant forget her roots they say the past is in the past
they go everywhere she moves and time is moving fast
she wants ta cut them loose their imbedded like broken glass
a life thats sick and twisted just like how the house is
drugs has got her addicted injects needles like plugz 2 outlets
she sits alone on the roof wit no one ta share her vision
we all know all it takes is once ta make a final decision

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