In le gutter, lying nude.
You sniff the chalk, you must think it food?
How did you get to such a dark place...
No friends, no money, not even an honourable trait.
We used to talk and dance and sing,
But for you the party would refuse to end.
You just kept going!
The booze, the men!
I wish I could feel sorry for you,
but you're hiding in your den.
Shying from the world when sober and bleak,
then bouncing out in heels dressed in finery and sheik.
I don't know what we shared,
Nor if our paths will cross in the time to come.
But what I do know, my dear, is that you overdid it, you're done!
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