Crystal

She’s sitting there Living life in the streets Trying to live with an addiction that feeds Childhood dreams couldn’t be farther from reality Stuck in a world where she sells herself Needing money to kill the pain Her mother never loved her Her father wasn’t there Growing up never knowing anybody that cared She’s always crying inside She just wishes she’d die The drugs are the only things that make her feel alive She’d sell her soul for a hit As long as it would let her forget The life she’s known so far In and out of prison Countless brushes with Death The only one she can count on Is the crystal meth