broken and silent,
that's what your lungs are
now, little girl.

your silent, broken
corrupted lungs.

you may have tried to
fight it all away,
but it's your fault,
little girl.

you're the one
who took a hit from that
cancer stick,
the same kind that hurt your
mother in the end,
little girl.

your fault,
your fault,
your fault.

now you have silent,
broken,
corrupted lungs along with a
scarred heart laying inside of you.

all because you fell for them,
because you breathed in their scent,
tasted their lips,
and fell for their lies.

corrupted lungs.
broken heart.

what are you going to do now,
little girl?