Mary Gauthier - Karla Faye

A little girl lost,
her world full of pain.
He said it feels good,
She gave him her vein.
The dope made her numb
and numb felt like free.
Until she came down,down,down
To a new misery.

A junkie a whore,
living for the next high.
She'd lie cheat and steal,
She forgot how to cry.
Wide awake for two weeks,
shooting heroin then speed,
When she killed in cold,cold blood
all she felt was her need.