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Frozen Clock
As she cries away her pain at night
she wonders will I ever win this fight?
The battle of not knowing what's going to come next
so worried about where she'll get her next fix.
She doesn't even realize what's going on
so consumed to the break of dawn.
She can't stop herself from wanting more.
Drugs, money and of course to score.
She has no family no where to turn she's all alone but won't realize the burn.
The spoon, the needle and of course the rock. What's going to come next a frozen clock.
she wonders will I ever win this fight?
The battle of not knowing what's going to come next
so worried about where she'll get her next fix.
She doesn't even realize what's going on
so consumed to the break of dawn.
She can't stop herself from wanting more.
Drugs, money and of course to score.
She has no family no where to turn she's all alone but won't realize the burn.
The spoon, the needle and of course the rock. What's going to come next a frozen clock.
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