She Fights & Fights But Just Cant Win.
She Tosses & Wheels Turn & Crank.
She Cant See Past That Bottle Of Gin.
It's A Cycle, Its The Time She Drank.
Let's Smoke Some Blow.
We'll Stay Out All Night.
Under The Haze Of Prozac's Glow.
Hell Hath No Fury, Right?
They Look At Her, Mask Their Worry.
She Grins As The Xanax Kicks In.
It's All Right Now, They'll Be Sorry.
For All The Lies, & Doubts Within.
For Judging Her Like A Lost Little Puppy
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