She sits alone on the corner
begging for money
so to get that sweet honey
filling up like a balloon
that got let go to soon
she's falling
yet her addiction's still calling
with the urge to get high
while her life passes bye
stuck in a place
with a drugs ugly face
as the darkness creeps up
it fills like a cup
overflowing with sorrow
her time only borrowed
this is the end
no longer pretend
