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 shes swearing all the time her fingers fumbling with her hair a dirty mess of grime
and she starts to cry and shes asking why her lifes always the same but she does not see, that unfortunately theres 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 diguise and say, that everythings alright...
and the reason why i pretended and lied is that i dont want to kill the poor dream thats left in the deepest cleft of the thing that she calls will...!