2.AM
Searching for meaning in the lights of the streets
Nicotine satiates her insecurities from her head to her feet
Dopamine shoots through her brain like cars shoot down the street
Warmth enters her heart & she loves the heat
She starts to feel grateful thinking to herself
«This life, what a fucking treat»
Her heart spikes like the brightness of the stars in the night
Her insecurities are back she feels a slight fright
Her mom looks her right in the eyes & says you are a failure I was right !
She let’s go of the balcony all at once
Tears dripping down her mother’s face
She is now numbed of being a disgrace
I can feel your shock from your face to your shoelace
Is that the case ?