broken glass, white trash, always was a piece of ass
she lost out again
played the game, broke the rules,never wants to be the fool
but she was
dropped again, on the floor crying for the boy next door
killed riding the number 9
won the battle lost the war,she was always someones whore
can't she make up her mind?
he pulled her close then ran away, left her waiting for the day
thats not fair, its life
if she cries she knows she's learned,always the one to get burned
thats ok with me
drove her car off the edge,pushing fast over the ledge
down into insanity
she won the game but missed the show,now she has nowhere to go
who can take her in?
pulled the rail, shot the drugs,needle in her arm, its love
she doesn't know her way.
spinning fast, out of gas, down the ditch into the grass
walking once again
pulls her hair, breaks her arm,tells her that he means no harm
she knows he really loves her.
doing speed, running fast,she always thought their love would last
now she sees him gone.
flowing beauty
