Let me tell you all about a little girl named Lory
Who has a very depressing story
Lory was living on the streets
Before she even learned to tie her cleats
While girls her age were mostly spunky
She was slowly turning into a junkie
She was putting death into her vein
Because that was the only way to stop her pain
Lory’s pain was not of any kind
Crimes committed against her can’t be of mankind
At the age of 10 lory was raped until she ran
By none other than her old man
The poor little kid started using heroin
It was the only cure that can make her feel better in
Buying a drug like this is not that cheap
Especially for girl that doesn’t have somewhere to sleep
So how can a girl like her afford to buy poison?
Lory’s only solution was to let all the boys in
Taking all her dignity for a piece of paper
For Lory it became normal after living with a raper
I guess we can’t blame her for living in the street
When her only other choice is living with a beast
Can we blame her for getting poison into her system?
When all her life she’s been nothing but a victim
If we take a moment to think about Lory
We will find a thousand other girls with the same story
Whose only source of income is to sell pleasure
And use drugs so that they avoid pressure
If we dig deeper we’ll find they all have been pushed to this life
If they are alive, doesn’t mean they have a life
Who are we to blame them for what they do to live
If only they had a life, they would be alive
