She has fire in her vein
Like a bullet to her brain
as she walks and talks normally
while singing in the rain

We can’t hope to save her
It’s all done, we lost her
It’s the beginning of the end
so just shut up and punch it in
As her vision begins to swim
and she lets the demons in
her world begins to spin
and she gets those shakes again

Maybe this time she’ll get the needle
Heat it up and clutch the table
tie off her arm again
as she sticks the needle in
all of this for the small buzz
for the static and the fuzz
cuz she doesn’t want to think
about the drugs flung in her sink

She can’t just cut it off
like the flu or a bad cough
All this does is feed her needs
slits her wrist just so it bleeds
and she swears there ain’t a cure
but she’ll never know for sure
because she can’t just stop and sleep
because this thing, it thinks and breaths
and as it lives, and rules, and breeds
like an illness or disease
She can’t just stop the pain
so she does the drug again

And as the needle hits her vein
she puts the barrel to her brain
yanks the chain or pulls the trigger
push the crank and make it bigger
She’s losing all her thoughts
all the memories she’s got
So we’ll watch as she gives in
hit’s the floor and meets her end

It’s the way she’d want to go
and if it’s not, we’ll never know
because she’s gone and that’s the show
that’s her last scene and it’s a fact
She’ll never reach her final act.

Yes I am very aware that it is choppy in some places but this is a draft. A DRAFT! It will get better!