She thinks the powder helps her sleep
It seeps into her blood
She falls from a lonely place
As she hopes they watch
As her hair falls out her dirty scalp
She's dying, skin and bone
Her flesh is cold as snow
She's less than a person
A skeleton in your home
She thinks the vodka helps her sleep
As the blood drips down her arm
She wants more love
And needs a home
But who will let her in
With broken bones
And overdue loans
No one wants
A monster
Who lives inside their heart
