... 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.