Stairs

One in the morning and she was still at the club.
So many people that when you would dace you would rub.

Most of them dancing dirty or getting drunk.
All of them yelling ,"Lets get Crunk!"
All of the girls shaking what they have in there trunk.

She was one of the ones getting low around all the guys. They would surround her like flies.
They all told her she had doll's eyes.
No one new that deep down in those doll's eyes that the girl cries.
This is is all a disguise,
She used to listen to classical music and she would do all her work, then it all went berserk she heard this new music and wanted to dance...she learned to shake that ass...all the guys liked it and she leaned that she didn't need this real job.

All the guys would call her honey and play boy bunny and just hand out money.
Hiding loads of cash her mom kicked her out saying she made the family look like white trash.
She had enough money to find a place to smash.

That was over twenty years ago. This girl never found herself.
She lives no where just with herself.

Once she got older no one liked to see her shake her stuff anymore. Everyone would ignore.
She had been kicked out and look so bad that they wouldn't ever let her work in a discount store.

Now she sleeps on the street's.
She eats old meats, she misses her sheets, sweets, and special treats.

This is whats going to happen to you with you mistreat your life. She never got to be that great wife,
The once beautiful lady takes a knife and throws away her life.
She was alone died alone and will never be happy about her choices ,
but no one cares...
When you thrown your life down the stairs....
because you cant climb back up those stairs