... And there she stood
Trying to figure what's bad or good
As her palms crashed the gravelled ground
She asks herself, 'How did I fall this far?'
Pacing herself back and forth
In an attempt to sweat the addiction from her pores
And her hands shaking and trembling.
She pulls out a one hundred dollar bill
In exchange for a white powder
And as she snorts the powder
Falling onto her hands and knees
Realising she wrote her own fate.
Mar 27, 2016
Mar 27, 2016 at 7:15 PM UTC
... And there she stood
Trying to figure what's bad or good
As her palms crashed the gravelled ground
She asks herself, 'How did I fall this far?'
Pacing herself back and forth
In an attempt to sweat the addiction from her pores
And her hands shaking and trembling.
She pulls out a one hundred dollar bill
In exchange for a white powder
And as she snorts the powder
Falling onto her hands and knees
Realising she wrote her own fate.
