Her hair of Satin, silk or cotton I pray that...
When you cry for your mommy
you cry for the drugz...
We know it has been coming,
And we have been real strong...
Perfection is her goal
To prove her self control...
The phone is ringing
But I don\'t care...
Bright petals glowing,
Letters overcrowding...
This life is just a game
everyday its still the same...
Ill make a picture and a line,
together we will be just fine...
The screams of fear,
roar through the house...
Never again, will I be overcome by pain
No longer will I, use that razor on my vein...
It wasn’t meant to be this hard
I wasn’t meant to let you go...
I started wanting out….
I didn’t want to be myself anymore...