walking down the streets at night i see her stumbling through the rain a skinny figure in the dark her face a shade of grey
begging here and barking there she is swearing all the time her fingers fumbling with her hair a dirty mess of grime
and she starts to cry and she is asking why her life is always the same but she does not see, that unfortunately there is no one here to blame
\"heroin\" she said, \"was the best i had... no more mountains left to climb. the world so slow... all my dreams just too high to be fulfilled in time...!\"
she grabs my arm... and i feel alarmed her fingers gripping tight i see her pleading eyes... so i start to disguise and say, that everything is alright...
and the reason why i pretended and lied is that i don’t want to kill the poor dream that is left in the deepest cleft of the thing that she calls will...!