Downtown Eastside

She lives her life on the street.
She doesn’t get much to eat.
And she spends all of the money that she gets on drugs.

She’s always hassled by cops.
They always tell her to stop.
And when they ask her why she does it she just shrugs.

She always has an answer to everything you ask.
She’ll make you think that everything’s okay.
But just as soon as you are gone, she’s right back to the task,
Of screwing thugs to score more drugs to stay high one more day.

You’re breaking my heart.
You’re such a pretty girl.
Put one more needle in your arm and you’ll end up on the floor.

I know you’re too smart,
To be in this world.
And you don’t look like you can take it anymore.

You could try to help her,
But you’d be wasting your time.
Cause she is just to stubborn to be changed.

And you can try to hold her down but she’ll always get away.
She’s not the kind of girl to stick around.
She’s running now. Where will she go? Will she be okay?
I fear that she will end up six feet underneath the ground.

You’re breaking my heart.
You’re such a pretty girl.
Put one more needle in your arm and you’ll end up on the floor.

I know you’re too smart,
To be in this world.
And you don’t look like you can take it anymore.

You’re breaking my heart.
You’re such a lovely girl.
Put one more needle in your arm and you’ll end up on the floor.

You’re way too smart,
To be in this world.
And I don’t think that you can take it anymore.

~ by Zack Flak on 01/30/2009.