Lyrics

Dark hair and clear blue eyes.
Living in the ghetto was her disguise.
She's looking hypnotized,
there's no focus in her stare.
She was wearing black boots.
Her pack had a fat sack of crack,
a roll of cash in her backpack.
She's telling me it's the fast track.
Don't play that shit with me.

You keep saying there's no problem.
What's the story girl?
Your blissful misery is a
melancholy madness
that brings you down
where you don't need to be.

Short days and long nights.
You lie in bed awake
thinking of the lies
that you'll have to tell the world to keep living this life
cause you are losing control.
Your soul's in a black hole.
Inside, your blood's running
stone cold.
Tell me you can't feel the spiral pulling you down.

You keep saying there's no problem.
What's the story girl?
Your blissful misery is a
melancholy madness
that brings you down
where you don't need to be.

Awake....you find your mother on your left...doctor on your right.....police saying how they found you stripped in the street at night....you went inside.....thought you found a place you could get high....you saw it in his eyes....what he did just wasn't right....

You keep saying there's no problem.
What's the story girl?
Your blissful misery is a
melancholy madness
that brings you down
where you don't need to be.