Downtown on the street
Stand a girl she reminds me of my youth
In her eye left inside

Injected again and again
In her veins the treasure she needs
To forget this life is a shame
Forgetting all she was before

Down 7 degree
She's walking away
She sale herself just to buy
The fucking shooting stuff
Poor little girl
Her bag's full of regret
She'll bo working the rest of her life
Society suggest her that people don't even care