1 A.M.

Violent, staring down a .45
The story far from ending, amazing to think it's only at the starting line.
I wonder what they would do to a girl like me in prison.
21 bullet holes from 21 guns sounds like a mighty fine preposition.

The impression that I'm getting is that we were all born to fail.
Some of us in the right way, avoiding life's guillotine sharpened and ready to impale.
Everything around us falls apart.
Whispering "You're a liar" is the only truthful thing that touches our hearts.

In this mad world we live in it's a wonder that we remember that the blind and deaf can't scream.