Fifty((Warning foul language))

Stop all the sceams, The little girl can't sleep, Not that she does much more anyway, She's to doped up it seems. Putting down another shot, A little liquor for courage, She tells herself before walking down the stairs, And saying quietly, "I'm going now." Not to say they didn't notice, Not to say they didn't care, Mama cried her eyes out the night, Her baby had to leave. Some call it cruel to never, Even say she loved them, Before walking out the door, But she just wants to get away, To a local bar. Buy a drink for me Sammy, I'm not quite 15, I need this one Sammy, Another to get me through. I guess they should have realized, By that look in her eyes, And that short black skirt, She wasn't going home. Kill me softly Brian, Take away all I was, Fuck me blind Brian, And please ignore me if I cry. Walking to that old apartment, Her best friend was supposed to own, Give that litle girl no more, A fifty to watch her dance, And hear her moan a so many names, That will never be your own. Pay the girl no more, So a virgin to real love she will stay. A fifty if you don't mind sir, A fifty and I'm yours, A fifty Sammy boy, A fifty my sweet Brian, A fifty Daddy, A fifty Mom, Little girl no more, Is me. Mom and Dad, Can't you see, A fifty is all it takes, To make me play pretend, A fifty and I will be, Whoever you long for, Whoever you want most, But never me. . . .sry...just ranting about sumthing... Written March 10th, 2002 © on Mar 10 2002 09:59 AM PST   0 • 9