Light's gone days end, Struggling to pay rent, Long nights, strange men, And they say She is in the class A Team, Stuck in her Daydream, Been this way since 18, But lately her face seems, Slowly sinking, wasting, Crumbling like pastries, And they cream, The worst things in life come free to us, 'cause we're just under the upper hand, And go mad for a couple grams, And she don't want to go outside tonight, And in pipe she flies to the Motherland, Or sells love to another man, it's too cold outside, for angels to fly, To angels to fly. ((For Someone I Care About))