She's wrong; can never once be right.
She's right; yet wrong, in her own world.
Simple to her left we all know how it goes.
Complicated by her right she's lost it now.
She's bulimic; searching for a reason.
No one wants to save her from the death bed.
Let her lie silently unspoken in her own place.
Watch her eat, listen to her think: "Help me.."
She's addicted, more then it shows.
Whoring herself out, just to get what she longs.
The sweet addictions, of crack, and meth.
Hurting for a reason to drop everything and run.
She's dieing, from the love she had.
Her reasons where Wong, all seemed right.
When she's gone, lets just see how many show.
She's right, yet wrong now in her own world.
