the girl was a junkie and not much more

the girl was a junkie, and not much more
she was white, indie, and a whore
she liked the music i listened to
but turned out down the road she was just a tool
i got into bands and methodone through her
though i never shot up she did quite often
time before last she did it in front of me
not concerned about a blow softened.
vivek would never do the same
he made quite sure of that
he'd hide his shit and make me know
though he shot he'd never be whack
she met him in his place sometimes
and we hung out as well
but she kept bad kids as company pals
and those kids were straight from hell
they got him the stuff that he stuck in his arm
and that shit got the best of him in due time
but she think sits not her fault just naive
she deserves to do some jail time
the girl that i lusted for was fucked up
and i realized that all too late
by the time it was all over with
my kid friend had met his fate
she finds and consumes then moves on hungry
nothing good about that bitch
she'll suck your soul your dick your wallet
and then she'll ask for a hitch
doesnt seem like the type i'd like to be round
but i guess she was all about that
my problem was that i fell for her hard
and got treated like a dirty doormat
the kid and her friends were all stuck up and weird
the dude was a closet homo
and she'd drink all her tears her fears and her worries
up in cups before every show
she'd do what she could to get all her cash
and she blow it all on the drugs
if she wasn't around the three of us
it was probably time spent around thugs
trying to be all gangsta she got into rap
but her dude bit the big one
legitimate cause he was a clean guy
but she kept the sorrow inside, dumb.