I am Mary
I was pretty
You may remember me from the ninth grade

The boys would hold me
And my friends told me
The world would know me someday


I've made choices
Heard some voices

Fought the battles inside my head
Life's a fabric
But when I grabbed it

All I got was a handful of threads

There's a stairwell

I know so well
'Cuz it gets cold out in the street
A crumpled dollar

To start a fire
So that I could warm my feet



Police stations
Investigations

Of a fire burning bright
They showed me pictures
Of those children

And told me I was there that night

Conversations

Medications
All my friends have left me now
No one could see them

But now I need them
To help me figure all this out


Why do they feed me
Give me T.V.
And a blanket for my feet

But something's workin'
'Cuz it starts hurtin'
When it all comes back to me