Girls_On_Drugs

Slow down
There's no need for you to fill that Hole
I can tell you want to lose control
When they see you they think oh Poor girl
Everyone knows that you've been Killing your soul

But when's it enough
Makes you want to give up
My sister in christ
You've run out of luck

She's all scabbed under her sleeves
Her eyes are yellow underneath
Her eyelids but she takes a drink
Forgets her problems like a freak

But no one says anything
No one says anything
No one says anything
No one says anything
No one says anything
No one says anything
No one says anything
No one says anything

But when's it enough
Makes you want to give up
My sister in christ
You've run out of luck

But when's it enough
Makes you want to give up
My sister in christ
You've run out of luck