Both lives have been tried
both times she has lied
both times she has cried
shes tried to abide
she cannot decide
she cannot let go
of the feeling shes come to know
where no longer must she feel low
no longer must she put on a show
but the guilt will come tomorrow
excuses? she has none
what has she done
what has she risked for the sake of fun
she wants so badly to run
run away from all the scorn
she wants to be free, but shes so torn
without it shes so forlorn
without it she has no defense
against the intense
against the immense
now everything is tense
misery or nonsense?
which would you choose
both ways she will lose
either way they will accuse
her of forbidden use
the words are abuse
shes tied her own noose
dug her own grave
shes now a slave
no longer brave
no longer strong
everything's so wrong
its been so damn long
since things have felt right
she cant see a light
her tunnel is still black as night
shes in a sorry plight
confusion consumes
in those smoke filled rooms
shes running on fumes
shes got nothing more
she closes the door
shes chosen to ignore
the words shes heard so many times before
she lights it up and takes a hit
she realizes then that she can never quit.
