there was this girl in my cla**
she never really spoke
we would just sit there, we would just joke
the bags in her eyes
the blank in her stare
always asking "who?"
but never really "where?"
I saw her last week by the crack motel
standing by the phone
and you know I could tell
what she's up to
was it our fault?
that's what it seems
kids so damn young
can be so f**ing mean
I knew deep down
we could have stopped you from this
but all I know is that we were just kids
that only know that bad sh** happens from after school specials
your mom and you dad
couldn't take you away
things are much different now
and we have to say
11:30 at night
she stumbles across the street
a far cry from plaid skirts and pleats
that you wore back then
in '87 when
we thought
you could never be bought