15 Ativan, alone in a townhouse rented to a kid
Don't call an ambulance, cold, alone
She knew it'd take a while
She held on tight to the dreams she had as a kid
She knew it'd take a year to kill the fear
Cold nights spent outside
A phone book filled with named of people she would call
Will you spare your time and share your crime
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