Los Angeles

Everything is sore tonight,
The candle burning,
But it's going to die,
The city streets filled with disappointment,
The darkest days are yet to come,
She sells herself for paper and cocaine,
Drugged in a world of hatred,
No, she doesn't think anyone understands,
The streets filled with dark and deceit.

The morning is just as dark as the night,
Waking to the sound of the child cryin',
Another dose of heroin
To soothe her pain,
Living in dreams,
But living in fear,
Used and abused,
To take care of her child,
A moment to die for,
Light shining,
But not shining long.

The darkest days,
She's lying in the dark alley,
Unconscious,
Her life is a mess,
And deep down she knows,
A cryin' victim locked in a cage,
The streets are never bright,
Never bright enough to live.