She gets her hair from her mom
and her eyes from her dad
and her drugs from her grandma's
old night stand.
Searching for a fix in a couple hits
to take her away from all of this
shit she stuck with.
So she stay packing and tucking
no whining no fussing
trusting just her and Mary
Oh My Mary!
So high up that fall ain't scary
she say what it does is magic like Harry.
But how how it's tragic how
she is only proud of she
when she be rolling loud on tree
rolling on E --
she ain't going nowhere
said she rolling on e
when you ten feet tall
who's gon treat you invisible
said she fighting demons
in her mental and her physical
irrationality doesn't exist
when you a step away
from those wrists;
she makes a fist
but it ain't about aggression
ties the belt around her arm
to fight off her depression
Can I be
Can I be
Much more than what I see
What I see
What I see
I know there's so much
More to life than me
What I see
I feel useless a stupid
I feel empty and sick
What good is living life
When life ain't letting you live?
Take me away (til end)

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