MIKE - A-Team lyrics

And they say she's in the Class A-team
Stuck in her day-dream
Been this way since eighteen, but lately
Her face seems to slowly sink, wasting
Crumbling like pastries and they scream
"worse things in life come free to us"
Cause we're just under the upperhand
And go mad for a couple grams
She don't wanna go outside tonight
And in the pipe, she flies to the motherland
And sells love to another man
It's too cold outside, for angels to fly
Dark room, starin' down a bottle
Blank face with the figure of a model
These cold nights
Too often to be coincidence
Used to be an artist now
The pipe's the only instrument

A-Student, her friends loved her to death
Her assessment of her men
Just wasn't the best they met freshman year
Fell in love on a whim
Left after first semester
All she wanted was him

Didn't love gettin' high
But did it because he wanted to
Little scared
But how much damage could marijuana do?
Weed turned to pills, pills turned to pain
Personality changed, nothin' was the same

Now he didn't wanna kiss her
Didn't wanna love her
Everything was fuckin' different
He left to find another
So hurt, and embarrassed
All she got was dial tones every
Time she called her parents

Move along, move along: what she told herself
Had to find the means so she sold herself
Used her body for a buck
But hardly was a slut
She would cry herself to sleep
After every single fuck

Lost track of her reality
Thoughts of her addiction made her think
This how it had to be
Now she stands, lifted on that balcony
Lost soul and ready to be a casualty
Found a star, to make one last wish
Brought the pipe up to her mouth
For one last hit it was the ultimate high
Took a breath and closed her eyes
And jumped off the ledge
She was ready to fly