Looking Back - Poem by david gerardino
sister says shes alright, but i can see all the tracks on her arm.
sister smiles one last time, becouse the drug she takes is wearing off.
YEA she needs another hit from her GOD, yea she would rather get high then be a happy child.
sister left the needle in her arm, her mind breaks as she hits the floor.
YEA, she needs another hit from her GOD, yea she would rather get high then be happy like a child.
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