Her

She's the life of the party,
But she's dying inside.
Hell of a smile,
She's wanting to cry.
Passing around bottles of whiskey and gin,
Waiting in vain to pass out again.
Choking down pills,
She's losing her mind.
Just like he wills,
She finally cries.
Pushing through bodies to get out the door,
Although she's still running she can't feel the floor.