You think she lied when she told you she took up some drugs.
You think she’s kidding when she showed you all her needle marks,
Although she likes to tell some stories, she’s not making up.
I hope she’ll make it through today and when things get bad.
She’s put out like a candle on a windy day
She’s drowning like a coin in the sea
She may be ruined but she is evergreen
She’s breaking through the concretes and the paint
She smiles, she laughs
She needs to act that she is tough.
She aches, she burns
But none will see; she covered up the cracks.
She jokes around, you think she’s fine
She ran out of luck
You never knew she drink away her sorrow in the happy mart.
You thought she knew to never really trust those guys
Now she’s smoking in the car, drinking beer and getting high.
You hoped she’ll make it home by dawn alright — safe and sound.
She was your friend.
Remember when you befriended her ’cause she was new,
And the time you gave her a rose on her 21st?
But that is now only a memory, part of the history of you and her.