I wonder what her story is,
We all have one to tell.
I see her sitting on a corner, and in disgust her body she sells.
I wonder what goes through her mind,
I see her all the time.
Today it was raining hard outside.
A car stopped and she took the ride.
I am not a stalker just a passer-by.
We always seem to be going in the same direction, it hurts to see this, I ain't gonna lie.
It's hard to believe that she chose this kind of life.
She's so pretty, she could of been some rich handsome man's wife.
It's been a few weeks now and I don't see that woman anymore.
The last time I saw her, she was going into some man's car,
Maybe she finally hit rock bottom, you take a chance with your life, every time you take that ride.
Another gruesome, murder, she must have died.
Still wondering.....
What if she didn't take that ride......
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