she would ask 'How do you feel?"

And so loudly I bit my tongue because no words ...

No words seemed better than telling her every waking second I feel like sinking my lips into a straight Todd

The liquour had me stuck on fourth street

Turning up with some rythm and blues

Crying to the beatles

My legs got so loose I made the rain dance

Passing out on some purple haze

Buried my pretty face in some in some groins

anything for that pound cake

doey eyes ,bleeding lips or shall I say bleeding heart makes the perfect illness for that cocaine

slutty dresses and orgasms make a good hym with that profane

Not religious but that one in a million sack had me on my knees and bent down to the T

So I put the word out on the streets

Had to spread the word but I spread my legs more ,guess I was addicted to the stick

I mean mighty is the rod

Tasted it and had it raw

Pounded me so hard it hit the core

Had me on the floor

begging for more

A junkie I was

With mismerising flaws

I did'nt have it so I could not flaunt it

So I always had to front it

Not the behind I mean that light within that made people think I was so angelic

So innocent ,so good , a saint , a goddess that walked the earth with grace and pride

If they knew that I only cat-walk in the hall of shame

The battle between my head and heart is like the meeting of a volcano and a tornado ,more than a strife

Overwhelmed I almost took my own life

Staring into my reflection and to get to my soul , had to pierce through my eyes

All I saw was a caged birdie with clipped wings who looks at the clouds so whistfully

A damsel indistress who wishes for her prince to come find her

As she loudly bangs on the door of hell hoping that the darkness might not shun her like the light