walking down the streets at night
i see her stumbling through the rain
a skinny figure in the dark
her face a shade of grey begging here and barking there
shes swearing all the time
her fingers fumbling with her hair
a dirty mess of grime and she starts to cry and shes asking why
her lifes always the same
but she does not see, that unfortunately
theres no one here to blame.
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