The sun scorches and hits her sleepy eyes,
The window near her bed shows her the afternoon skies...
She looks for a cigarette on the bedside shelf,
"Another night was survived" she thinks to herself...
She slept in her heels, like the last hundred days,
Usually the clothes fall off in a flash, but the footwear stays...
That last sick bastard didn't tip her that well,
Her brows frown, her temples start to swell...
She walks out of that hell hole, out in the wind and the sun,
This is all the freedom she can get, her smile has just begun...
Though she walks in the street like any other,
Her feet are heavy, chained by her pimp and godmother...
She eats what little money can buy,
With a side helping of stares from passers-by...
As dusk arrives, it starts again,
She takes a few hits to numb the pain...
They come one-by-one, and have their way,
She lies quiet and half-alive, with nothing to say...
She was traded into this world which allows no amends,
She lies underneath him & dreams of the day when it all ends...
