Plan B
She was once a princess, but now she's a mess
A fiend for a fix like the rest
Soliciting sex when pocketless
But she was a sweet thing, nevertheless
Back in the day, sexually abused as a child
She was always likely to end up this way
The past lived in the dark parts of the brain
And only heroin seemed to take away the pain
So she folded the foil and lit the flame
Inhale, exhale out once again
She's on the game, they all know her face
And her standard going rate, just not her name
With only herself to blame, she lives this hell
But there's a millions other girls just like Michelle
Out in the streets with nothing else to sell
To these desperate males other than themselves, so
It's no wonder she's a thief to boot
On a constant search for things that she can loot
What it's worth to her and what it's worth to you
And the other way round, vice versa's true
Cause she's an addict, and she's gotta support her habit
And she'll resort to all sorts of antics
Thieving's an impulse, she's always at it
It's automatic, she spares no thought about it

I've been dragging myself to the lowest of low
For such a while, I just don't know
If the path I take is something I can change
But what stands in my way is the deepest shame