She wakes up in the bed with less of a high
Waiting to shoot up
She starts to feel bee hives
She grabs the needle, shoot up in her arm
Falling back on the bed with a glow
With no money left she goes to the corner of South Avenue
Waiting for her next trick
She gets the money
Gets the drugs
Then go back to the motel
She feels disgusted with tears dripping from her eyes
She grabs the needle, shoot up in her arm
Falling back on the bed to num her pain
Where’s mommy aunt Grace?
She’s not here right now
Baby girl just wants her mommy
But mommy is on the verge of suicide
She stands on top of a bridge
Thinking of a way out
The breeze blows through her hair
Hey lady, what are you doing up their?
A man runs over and grabs her down
She cries, she cries
Back in rehab for the fifth time
She sees her daughter
As time goes by she starts to look good
Clear skin
Full hair
Out of rehab with a new path
She finds a job at a restaurant
Hoping to get her life back
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