We were all together in the pouring rain.
Solvents being passed around to dull the pain.
The air was choked with the dismal smell.
The reek of sadness and despair.
Minds f*cked up beyond repair.
She said she just turned six.
She's got some good jokes for a kid.
She's working hard to avoid a woman bleeding from her teeth.
Her life goes on despite the fact her mom sleeps f*cked up on the cement.
She flashed a look, an image burnt into my mind.
I know that sinking feeling all too f*cking well.
Shame, frustration setting in.
Confusion that eats us inside out.
"I don't know what's wrong with me.
I don't know why she can't wake up."
Her life goes on despite the fact.
Her mom lays f*cked up on the cement.
It's an ugly f*cking world.