You look so pretty
Sitting next to me
You almost look like a lady
Waiting to be free

Your hands are tied
Firmly on you back
You put all your troubles aside
And smoke some crack

The light is fading,
You widen your arms
Trying to embrace the shading
To protect your charms

On the verge of dark
You sense relief
Troubled, you unwilling embark
The wagon of grief
it was good till you started talking about smokin crack
wtf did u put that there for its so unnessasary
lol smoke some crack??? hahaha i "cracked up" when i heard that. God damn thats funny ****, i think you should change it