Flower Tattoos

Her old flower tattoos are ragged and worn

Her t-shirt and sneakers are tattered and torn

She could make a few dollars through peddling porn

A forgotten girl who's living next door

He's the boy on the sidewalk you're stepping around

A teaspoon and tin foil are spread on the ground

Needless to say, he'll forget for a while

But the pain will be worse next time around

Jane was her name, she was born in L.A

To a daddy who's absent and a mama who drank

Aspiring dancer who's light on her feet

So she ran for the hills just to follow her dreams

From studio sets to poles on the Strip

Found solace and substance in rooms dimly lit

No one to look up to and too young to get

That the bed that she's made will be stained with regret

Please hold on, your race is not run

The bruises and dirt don't determine your worth

So please carry on, your race is not run

The bruises and dirt don't determine your worth

So please carry on

Please carry on, your race is not run

The bruises and dirt don't determine your worth

Please hold on, your race is not run

Please hold on, your race is not run