She was a good little girl, always minding her parents
Until her life started to split into a million pieces
Now she’s tripping on the addiction of a high
She’s blazing up some grass, some reefer, some weed
Cigarette’s can’t sustain her she needs something stronger
Screw Tylenol she’s popping Oxycotten’s, morphine is her new best friend
Purple, green, bud and hydro
She’s become a pro at rolling the perfect joint
She knows how to hold it in while breathing out
Ecstasy and coke, caine, and LCD she wishes she could get
But she’s tripping from the blow of dope, pills and a deadly addiction
She was a good little girl, always minding her parents
Now she’s minding the dealers, and ignoring the life threatening effects
The world fucked her up, and now she’s falling into the role
Of a screw up, a misfit, the very picture of an imperfection
The very stereotype of a teenage life gone terribly wrong
This is her life your reading of
And you feel no remorse; you feel no trust, no love
You believe she’s done this to herself
You don’t understand the hardships she’s dealt with
You have no pity for the dead
You have no heart for the homeless
I beg for your forgiveness
While she begs for your help
Nobody realizes how many kids are out there
Wanting to get out
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