walking down the streets at night    i see her stumbling through the rain    a skinny figure in the dark    her face a shade of grey             begging here and barking there    she´s swearing all the time    her fingers fumbling with her hair    a dirty mess of grime             and she starts to cry and she´s asking why    her life´s always the same    but she does not see, that unfortunately    there´s no one here to blame             "heroin" she said, "was the best i had...    no more mountains left to climb.    the world so slow... all my dreams just too high    to be fulfilled in time...!"             she grabs my arm... and i feel alarmed    her fingers gripping tight    i see her pleading eyes... so i start to diguise    and say, that everything´s alright...             and the reason why i pretended and lied    is that i don´t want to kill    the poor dream that´s left in the deepest cleft    of the thing that she calls will...!             "heroin" she said...