Night Of The Pencils

You never found the right way did you? 
  You never found the right way 
  You stole for drug money and cursed her 
  You left her for an early grave 

  You robbed, beat, drugged, stripped, and you raped her 
  Of money, of soul, belief and pride 
  Cry now, you're screaming, you loved her 
  You left her to die, die, die