walking down the streets at night
i see her stumbling through the rain
a skinny figure in the dark
her face a shade of grey
begging here and barking there
sheґs swearing all the time
her fingers fumbling with her hair
a dirty mess of grime
and she starts to cry and sheґs asking why
her lifeґs always the same
but she does not see, that unfortunately
thereґs no one here to blame
heroin she said, was the best i had...
no more mountains left to climb.
the world so slow... all my dreams just too high
to be fulfilled in time...!
she grabs my arm... and i feel alarmed
her fingers gripping tight
i see her pleading eyes... so i start to diguise
and say, that everythingґs alright...
and the reason why i pretended and lied
is that i donґt want to kill
the poor dream thatґs left in the deepest cleft
of the thing that she calls will...!
heroin she said...