"On my way"

    She waits..... YES WAITS!!
     Thinking your coming, but nothing. She tells herself he's late however she's fronting
     Wasting time talking to angels, watching the stars. Counting every passing car, wondering where you are
     Falling apart, still trusting you're on your way to pick up her crumbling heart
     Instead of anger she drops the emotion like an anchor, another stranger thanks her, she lies on her pillow puzzled why they want her yet no one will take her
     Soon she will draw out from the spoon
     Once it pricks her skin she sits in her room alone again, to repeat the same thing
     Praying you will show, she needs you now more then ever, but no show
     Oh no!
     Each trick and each jhon makes her mix the mixture of poison more strong
     This is dead wrong! Where the fuck you at?!
     The track marks on her arm show you been gone to long
     Overdosed on the fact that you told her you would be right back!!