[Intro]

I don’t know what she’s doing now
Last I heard from her she said
She felt as if she should be dead
I guess in fact she usually does

I don’t know what she’s doing now
Last I heard from her she said
She felt as if she should be dead
I guess in fact she usually does

[Verse 1]

I never could understand the fact she ain’t returned my calls
I was the only one I told her I loved her through all the flaws
I would always be the one to show her light in the tunnel
I swear to God I need her back, I know she’s lost in the jungle
I know she need me, can’t believe we grew apart so quick
She loved trees like me, the way the New Eras fit
She loved Tommy [bad word]  and Adidas
match made before Heaven, why the feelings have to leave us?
But they didn’t leave my heart so fast
I still wish I had her near and had a beer for her glass
Even though I know that’s her downfall from the past
Still wanna shop for old time sake if she asks
Little shot of Crown Royale, maybe 151
So if you see her let her know the plan to have us some fun
Well guess what? Today front page of the daily news
My queen betting the Bean dead right ? what the [bad word] 

 [bad word] 

I don’t know what she’s doing now
Last I heard from her she said
She felt as if she should be dead
I guess in fact she usually does

[Verse 2]

Ever see a dog so confused and assed out?
She’ll suck any dude off chasing the cash route
She went from pompoms to kine bud
I watched the innocence transform, obsession to buying [bad word] 
Little Tooty was a cutie, I swear God
 [bad word]  good grade with a hair bob
Ten years later now she’s bobbing to head jobs
In and out of strip clubs like a career job
And she can’t see that she’s killing herself
Cause a couple dollars got this [bad word] feeling herself
It’s ill how this little girl could [bad word] 
She can make a [bad word] with three degrees look stupid
She even tried to trick a couple dollars from Cupid
Emotionally drain your [bad word] out till you’re useless
The price is high when you wanna ride
With a john that’s suicide, she’s a suicide, c’mon

 [bad word] 

[Verse 3]

She said I must confess it turns me on when I cut my flesh
There’s nothing left, I’m hollow, I’ll follow death
If it’s a change from the mundane Mondays
You know my pain, I’m empty inside, my veins pump Novocaine
Sometimes I feel like life isn’t real
And my brain is too busy and my mind don’t ever heal
I could never shut it off so I’d rather shut it down
Do it right the first time, I ain’t trying to [bad word] around
And she smiles for her friends but the smile is a mask
Any memories of happiness are filed in the past
I considered my garage foot revving on the gas
slash and a gasp or a violent blast
I don’t believe in [bad word] unless it’s what I’m in
I wanna free my soul, straight jump out of my skin
She exhaled and sighed, eyes opened wide
Suicide, it’s a suicide

[Outro]

I don’t know what she’s doing now
Last I heard from her she said
She felt as if she should be dead
I guess in fact she usually does

It’s so hard for me to explain
I guess she has a strange approach
It makes her seem beyond reproach
Until you find out what she is