she needs to stop.

this is all over the place but wutever.

shes sixteen and way to sweet

 shes lost her way doesnt now how to say stop

she sits there and drinks till her heart says i cant go on

she sits and smokes till her mind says im getting to slow

she wants the easy way out she looks around

and realises how deep shes fallen now

into the hole shes living the life of the living dead

she never even makes it to her bed

passed out on the couch she dreams

of the time she wont be needing these things to live.