Paroles de 13

Life was never good to her Her suffering started when she was born Her mom was a famous whore Her dad abandoned her at a very early age She grew up among poverty and despair The world didn't respect her fragility She learned that the human being Was a blood-sucker Her little heart hardened as the years went by When she was fifteen, she'd already followed her Mom’s footsteps Her name was remembered everywhere she went Invading even the imagination of the purest souls She had become the victim of the streets A few could pay The ticket that would take them to heaven Her sculptured body was worthy of applause Those who tried it never forgot it She was the victim of the streets She was the sin of the flesh