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Groupie

Another night

To do some harm

Another club stamp

On her arm.

 

***** whiskey,

Rock n roll

Lets the music

Fill her soul.

 

Knows all the bands

Heard every song

Hits every club

But doesn't belong.

 

She'll drink to pass

Another day

And rock to keep

The pain at bay.

 

Ran from a mistake

Then made some more

Got lost, but failure

Still found her door.

 

But there's VIP rooms

Drugs and ***

She'll distract the singer

Between sets.

 

Doesn't dwell

Can't go back

Mix ecstacy

With old regret.

 

Keep your distance

To not get hurt

Try it all

Go beserk.

 

'Cause mistakes won't find you

In a bar

Where no one knows

Who you are.

 

One Friday night

It starts to rain

A syringe sticks out

From her vein.

 

The party's pumpin'

Soundcheck done

The crowd's all here

Well, all but one.

 

The alley's cold

And so is she

Heroin's latest

Legacy.

 

Will anyone ask

"Where's whats-er-name?"

Will someone notice

She died of shame?

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Written by
ysabelle-moriarty
Australian
Published
Jul 28, 2010
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Y. M 2010

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