|
She never had an education |
|
She uses life as her vocation |
|
Standing on ledges clinging to the edges |
|
The world's a hard place to land on |
|
She has this one way conversation |
|
Trying to avoid a confrontation |
|
Memories of the kind she's rather leave behind |
|
The worlds' a hard place to land on |
|
Life can be lonely can be very sad |
|
Can be something you wish you never had |
|
She never had any affection |
|
So she relates well to rejection |
|
No stories wait discovery |
|
Dreams have passed recovery |
|
The worlds a hard place to land on |
|
She just sleeps all day |
|
In her squalid little slum |
|
And takes little white pills |
|
To make her body feel numb |
|
And it's dark and dirty |
|
And there's nothing left to eat |
|
And in her heart there's a feeling of defeat |
|
Smells of bus and fornication |
|
And a bottle of cheat scent |
|
Should she stick around |
|
If this is all that life meant |
|
Life can be lonely can be very sad |
|
Can be something you wish you never had |
|
Open the door wally, open the door |