Texty: Sick Shift. Angry Badgers. Backseat Girl.

As she stood there her eyes glazed
It's happened so many times before, she's not afraid
She trying to gain some affection by getting laid
She only wishes that they would have stayed
She tried to fill up her life
She put it inside between her thighs
You know it's nothing new for her
But she keeps getting more
Reputation trashed, they all call her a whore
Now she's gone much too far for sure

And all she wanted was
To go out and find that special someone
But now it seems she's wasted away
She's swept off her feet
Once again into the back seat
I guess she won't find no true love today

Late at night she stumbles home
As she cries she realizes she's alone
Later she patiently sits next to her silent phone
She cannot learn the lessons she's been shown

Her cries rang louder than guns
Into the air, they're heard by no one
And now she wished that she would die
When will her suffering cease?
A new guy arrives and the cycle repeats
A ruined girl, she wonders why