She's so tired of living this lie, she's so tired of asking why, she screwed up her life, was pregnant by fifteen, she had an abortion and now she can't sleep, so keep on dreaming, keep on hoping, since nothing matters again, won't you save our souls, with our hearts full of needle holes, she ran away when she was fourteen, now she's just a whore on the corner of the street, she's had her prozac, lying in her bed, falling through the cracks in her head, then she asks; where is my salvation? Am I just a figment of my own imagination? There is no hell, this life is damnation, where is my salvation?