Good Reason

Tears dried on her face long time ago
She never wrote, never called her mother home
Her bedroom´s a memory of her childhood
Toys and pictures covered with dust

Bright future had been seen
In her eyes was shining hope
But only thing she cared
Was money for her dope
Selling her body, sucking cocks
No better job to do
A few scars on her face
A present from her pimp

Kelly grew up as fast
As she died after leaving home
Eighteen years are not enough
To enjoy the world
Alone

Trying to flee
Every night from the real world
She knew, that the end is coming along
Child under her heart is calling it´s mother´s name

But she doesn´t hear
Are you satisfied?
Pure number in statistics
But you had the might
To stop the stream of death
In her veins