'Cuz she needs it.
She needs it.

Claws with which she are fighting her way through life
are bleeding.

Bleeding.


Her hairpulling hands are trying to get
a grip.

A grip.


Her frantic, mumbeling mouth is trying to make it self
heard.

Heard.


Her crazy, wild eyes are searching
for you.

For you.


You cut the edges of her life loose
and she's drifting.

She's drifting.




Away.