Screwed up her life, but who takes the blame Familiar faces that carry no names Selling her body and soul these days To pay for the shot that takes her away And deep inside she carries a dream That maybe someday she will walk away clean But dreams alone won't help her away From the streets where night is day They are the children of our time Always searching, take the restless around To seek for shelter in the rain Crying for help to start all over again The rain's pouring down, the streets feel so cold Mind of a child, and a face much too old It must be hell, but she calls it home Though her friends are dying one by one