Her seventh grade year started, she felt so young
She knew her life had just begun.
No one warned her she’d feel stuck in between,
But that’s how you are at the age of thirteen.
She found new friends and left the old.
Now, to everyone, her story is told.
She’s known to many as a bad influence,
When all she was looking for was acceptance.
She has drunken dreams and sober nightmares,
Living her life with no evident cares.
But when will she wake up? When will she see?
This is not howÃ?Â¯Ã?Â¿Ã?Â½her lifeÃ?Â¯Ã?Â¿Ã?Â½was supposed to be.
So she carries on with her dissolute life,
Killing herself slowly, inebriation her knife.