I once knew the girl who
cried,cried,,,,cried
Counting Crows.
Ya see to me she
cried through
long black hair with
Devastating streaks of blue,
sparkling star like
body piercings
and vivid tattoos
that told long sensuous stories of
every one, every place she ever knew
and she..ya see
when she looked at me

"In between the moon and you
the angles get a better view
of the crumbling deference
between wrong and right"

she cried, she cried, she cried.

on bruised and battered knees
back alleys and forsaken dreams
killing herself softly with junkies,liars and
all those thieves
because there was no other way for her to walk
through her disease

" five thousand four hundred miles away
and what would you change if you could?"

she cried, she cried,,, she cried.

lifted by angles armed with amphetamines
floating on clouds of heroin's tease
caste crashing by our fear soaked realities
passionately,
she sang
these songs
as she cried
she cried, she cried,
she cried.

for a life that condoned her
for a family that abused and disowned her
for a lover who could not fix her

she cried, she cried, she cried.

now I
when I pass by
those places
lived in by the faces
makeing due with the discraces we lived by,I

"take the way home, that leads back to
Sullivan street, pretty soon now, I wont
come around"

remembering the time
when an
how
deeply, I
loved her, I

"how am I gonna keep my self away
how am I gonna keep my self away
how am I gonna keep my seld away
from me"

cry, I cry, I cry,I cry.

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