She cries out loud, maybe things just aren't that simple, as her [bad word] climbing down.
She swears her soul is trapped in the middle of this dead end town.
And she's not ready to slow down.

I don't know how to help her.
Or how to save the day.
To me, it's small town drama.
But to her, it's life every day, it's every day.

It's tough for me to watch her falling down.
I often wonder what I might say.
She's out grown all she wanted to [bad word] 
And I've never seen her act this way.
And she's beginning to hate the taste.
She can't accept this is her fate.

I don't know how to help her.
Or how to save the day.
To me, it's small town drama.
But to her, it's life every day, it's every day.