With your lipstick smeared and make up stains
going through yet another mess again
broken nails that scratched pale dirty skin
yours is a silhouette vastly growing thin
blackened eyes suits well with glassy stares
whiskey breathe poisons dead damp air
cigarette on one hand and purse on the other
you are to me an impending disaster
and i don't know if im still supposed to care
im out here minding my own private hell
you play the role of empty walking dead girl all too well
numbing the pain with those rainbow colored pill
and you're making a mess like it's nobody's business
smeared in drunkenness, caught under the influence
swaying thru the notion that numbs the senses
as hands are all over your tiny piece of dress
that could hardly make up for a cover of your worn-out flesh
as your crumpled hair gets mangled dry
i guess anyone will do tonight
you were so easy for stupid pick up lines
falling for the cliche for the nth of time
and as you loose your self respect
you gain nothing for yourself
pity and shame is what you earned instead
decency is at loss for you never tried to care
time is not a friend my girl, i hope you're well aware
i hope you're well aware
