in the way you kept yourself
shoulda known that you'd raise hell
living in a back-end street
living where the wild things meet
you never knew what you gave
and the reason that you left this world
see your long blonde hair
and the way you kept it where
anybody that saw you walk
knew that they weren't ones to talk
and they know it was not right
the way he took your life that night
and i see you
waiting, waiting for a call
you'd do it better than them all
walking at the ball
born into a world that gave
so little of a shit about you
and the way you loved yourself
in the only way you knew how to do
but baby girl
baby girl this world ain't meant for you
for me, it's all too evil
and i see you
waiting, you're waiting for a call
with your little back up against the wall
and you'd do it better than them all
walking at the ball