you write about that girl the one on the drugs coke head by night pot head by day and mushroom on the side coming home red eyed making mommy always cry doesn't eat for days you'd think she may die gone for some time where could she be looking at life possibly on the street eats nothing at all but pukes twice a night every body sees it theres nothing they can do but set her of screaming probibly at you she may pretend to be strong and alright but you haven't heard her cry all night holds her teddy bear close while she takes the last line and all shell ever get is that life is unkind.