Gentle like the rain or as rough as a hurricane.
Never looking for something real, she's only in it for the thrill.
Up and down, around she'll go.
Always high so she never feels low.
Runnin' wild with drinks to chase it.
She has no heart, she said she misplaced it.
She's poppin' pills until it kills, drugs in her veins to numb the pain.
Slowly destroying herself by trying to stay sane.
K.P.