She never felt the icy fingers grip her brain that day,
she never thought when she indulged she would lose her way.
She never considered the life within she never heard it scream,
where am I, who am I, what am I within a wicked dream.
The following day she stood alone unsure of her plight,
trying to find the words to tell of where she had been that night.
As they asked the icy fingers gripped her mind a wicked dream indeed,
I can't explain myself, I'm afraid, because I'm not myself you see.
Each night the fingers tighten as she wretches and screams in pain,
Voices yells for her to replenish the drugs once again.
Like a puppet she rushes to find her the fix to make it stop ,
as the demon within begins to laugh whispers freedom there's not.
Once such a beauty turned to stray like a homely cat that's lost its way,
mean to the core for she is not anymore the little girl at play .
Falling to the crowds who dwells in the dark yet tears fills her eyes,
she sits and often wonders why she is so sad with thoughts to die.
She never felt the icy fingers grip her brain that day,
she never thought when she indulged she would lose her way.
She never considered the life within she never heard it scream,
where am I, who am I, what am I within a wicked dream .
If you want to find your way and never again ask why ,
you must walk away from the drugs and walk away tonight .
Find in time that little one that was once filled with love,
is within you shivering cold and so alone the one you locked up .
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