Smiles are all I've shown
Hurt is all I've known
Red is all I see
When pain is more than skin deep
Clothes across the bedroom floor
Wanting to be something more
Drunk, cold, and on the run
Is it something that I've done?
She was forgotten, unguarded, alone
He was hungry to feel at home
Another drag to fill their lungs
Something more to make it done
A dark alley and no place to be
A hotel room for something to see
These men they whisper false afflictions
They spoil and feed her heavy addictions
But the one thing that she most needs
Is to feed the monster that lies underneath
With bags under her eyes and no reason to hurry
With no place to call home and nobody to worry
Why not just give in to how the world sees?
Why not give in to her delicious needs?
Dirt under her nails and dirty clothes
Filth in places been there since only God knows
But she still takes another smoke, another slip, another drag
Just to make terrible not seems so bad
And to feed the monster she's become
To not face all she's done
Because all she needs is for someone to care
So she'll give them all she has until she isn't even there
