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To many words in my head, my brain feels dead, Wont sort out shit, life is hanging by a thread..







Theres a girl called Mary Jane, there was trouble from her name. Wakes up to get high, veins laced with cocaine. Smokes up her sanity, cause blades couldn't take her away, shes starting to decay, but doesn't know how to change..



Her mother is dead, put too many drugs in her head, Mary Jane became a whore to fill the hole that she had. Shes dying inside, lookin for a man to keep her alive, she gets a good fuck, then he leaves and she cries.



Mary Jane is 14 years old, used to do what was told. One man took that away, and now she feels cold. Her daddy left her when she was a girl, left to face all the demons that inhabit this world. Her mommy kept hittin her, killin her pride, And all she had to keep her sane was the feelings inside.



But the feelings inside that she locked away, uprooted, and now what the fuck can she say? Shes alone in the world, doesnt know what love is, all she knows is she has to break away..



In a couple of years, she'll be 18, still washing her hands, trying to feel clean. Well Mary Jane, innocence has a fee.And when you get older, you will see, Theres always a silver lining. You just need to find it.