The wallpaper is torn away like the feelings in her heart
The life she cradles in her arms was fiending from the start
The womb contaminated by a poision in the worst way
If the guardian is helpless then of course the curse strays
She opens her legs up for twenty minutes then the men speak
They call her a slut and laugh this is how she makes ends meet
The rent money is now available but the bastard grabbed it and fled
She chokes on her tears not cause of pride cause the habbits not fed
The life she lives maybe mean, but as soon as the baby screams
She still doesnt seem to respond to reality this aint a crazy dream
Beat downs and broken hearts is the world she was given
All she sees is a breathing burden when the girls in her vision
Old associates say 'its so sad' words under their breaths the rest say
She exits her duties gets her JOY from a neighbour she'll pay the next day
She returns home puts the product on top and puts a lighter to the spoon
Her moods are so savage six months ago she put a knife into her womb
Her arm is tied up then jabs the needle into the vain
Now contemplate if shes really free from all the pain
She lays back with no sound as IT screeches through her blood stream
Her mind reads i dont love this addiction but it just seems to love me
A gush of wind from the open door wakes her from her short coma
She looks around the room with a sharp view her thoughts over
She only held one thing sacred, to kick it the bitch wasnt able
In a sorry pose her body froze the baby was missing from the cradle
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