In a graveyard, I’m high on glue. But I am so low. I can’t … even sit up, on a headstone. I’m not worth that. I sit against … my headstone or my tree. Oh, when I’m so low I lay on the ground. I can’t sit up. I sniff glue. I stay down.
Every day there’s a headache and a pain in my head. My heart beats only slow. My back is so horrible. I sniff glue. I roll over.
I don’t want to remember. When I run out of glue, it is so horrible. I am so desperate then. The boy brings me more glue. If he can’t…. I am so desperate then. But if he can….
I sniff glue. I roll over.
I don’t want to remember.