She's got my mind in a muddle, I don't usually cry,
But I aint gonna lie, at my feet there's a puddle.
I'm filling up as I'm trying to reflect,
I'm feeling weak, I haven't slept;
Selling coke on the corner, in the rain
No one there for you, no one to care for you
No one to share your pain
No one knows you by your real name
I see everything going on, murders, evictions, prostitution and poverty
Feeling the pain, right from my heart, to my brain
People watching there back always on guard
Don't know when someone's going to attack,
don't know when there going to have to fight back,
were in love, were not in love, were in love, were not in love
round and round we go,
were in love infront of people, its just a fucking show, behind closed doors, underneath the perfect couple we percieve, the perfect image we want people to believe, lies the floors.
shouting, screaming and schemeing.