Another coat of lipstick gone,
For every mistake that she’s made;
Another hopeful heart to raid;
They all said she had a future-
But it was her bed that they made;
It’s so easy to sell dreams to the young,
Then sit back and watch them fade.
Ya she’s a train wreck on the subway,
She’s lost and lonely in the crowd,
Another naïve example,
Of something lost for something found;
Another wide-eyed girl,
The world caught looking at the ground;
In the town she thought would save her,
She can’t be heard over city sound.