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
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