Everyday she wallows in her dream Pacing back and forth with nothing in between The devastated girl has given up. The boy has fallen to the feet of luck, But tells her with a slight smile Is just a cycle of abuse. Since you said its fine I might believe. Dirty girls are easy to deceive A penny for your thoughts Or just to take your clothes off Than stand out in the rain The undercurrent of my insanity The lowest layer that has been fused Beneath my cycle of abuse It's not quite the prison you make it out to be Too bad you're dying, too bad but true