Another breeze comes calling... I could see her smile to herself... No shame in such falling.
But she was standing all alone, buried up to her neck in guilt, cold as stone. - Lacking a name for herself in society.
Despite the encroaching loneliness, she seemed to understand the ways of the world as nothing more than a lost little girl.
More than skin deep, she began her dredge into what life means. - No matter what it takes.
Wind blows by casually, her one and only friend.
Just whispering what it is she wants to hear, a psychotropic state, much is unknown.
But when the needle falls, will the thread keep it from embedding itself into what catches?
Shifting modes, living on the streets as one of them callin'.
Flipping tricks like spinnin' disks.
Don't look now she's bawlin'.
Beaten and broken yet keeps coming back for more.
Lost at sea, no rhyme or reason- She's still choking... On memories she dropped, broken and forgotten on the floor.
Another soul lost in a social maelstrom,