Hunger sets over her as she treks along the in the freezing cold,
as she scours the city for a place to sleep tonight.
Will she die of pneumonia, frostbite, or
not at all?
They all wish she was alive, but she's better off
Six feet
under the ground.
Pain and heartache escape into the atmosphere.
Depression attacks as thoughts of loneliness
and hopelessness swarms her head.
Soon schizophrenia conquers whatever reasonableness she has left.
They all wish she was alive, but she's better off
Six feet
under the ground.
Straight edge, no addictions,
just waiting for life to end.
Finally found some friends,
now there is hope.
They all wish she was alive, but she's better off
Six feet
under the ground.
Call the hospital 'cause she's already dead.
Bleeding scarlet on the floor, from the bullet in her heart
Scarred, bruised, and broken all her grace is lost.
They all wish she was alive, but she's better off
Six feet
under the ground.
Hatred released from her soul when that fateful trigger was pulled.
Sinking slowly in all her thoughts as it passes the heart.
They all wish she was alive, but she's better off
Six feet
under the ground.
Ocean of blood flowed around her corpse.
Sorrow fulfilled the streets that foggy day.
Another one lost in the war of life.
