Behind characters, behind silver screens.
Beautiful river
You came to be.
A young generations biggest tragedy
Heroine over-dose, on an L.A street.
Cameras flashing
around the scene
Where you collapsed
And fell to your knees
The exploitation
The humiliation
Why couldn’t they leave you alone.
They picked at your death
Like vultures on a bone.
And river in retrospect,
We never really saw.
The greatest act you ever performed
Was masking your own pain.