In a corner she sits,
singing herself to sleep.
She's wrapped is so many promises,
no one seems to keep.
As loving as her heart is,
she can't seem to bypass pain.
Her peers seem to purposefully strike her down,
laugh as she emotionally drowns.
She lays in the grass,
looking up at the sky and thinking if this'll pass.
She needs alcohol,
maybe mix it a bit with Demerol.
Maybe it'll take her pain away,
Knock her out and down at least for a day.
Baby, it's a pain killer,
it better do it's job all the way...
