Coat in hand,
suitcase always packed,
fingernails peach,
so instead i paint them black,
fading to black,
fighting for life,
the pian of seeing her in court,
hurts like a knife,
living this life,
for what,
i dont no,
watching so called friends,
come and go,i try to explain,
but no one understands,
so i pray for an angel,
whenever i can
