what do you have to loose when you have nothing? empty pockets but full of problems everywhere I go. A pretty face , clean clothes , but nobody knows. Another sleepless night as I worry about how I will make it another day, too proud not to beg, & too ashamed to need. All I have is some lipgloss & the clothes on my back , pretty features that are strong enough to hault an attack, but again empty pockets but full of problems, wish I had billions to show up & solve them. When i tell you struggle never looked so good, look at me all painted up like pretty trash, such a pretty face with empty dreams & nothing to spare.
