She was a model in my life art class,
Trying to make ends meet.
I was a student barely getting by,
Living out on the street.
We got together, I guess it was love,
But the drugs proved to be too much.
I hit the pavement off a diving board,
And ended up with a crutch.
She called to me as I turned my back,
And said, "Take me away from this."
I turned around and bowed my head,
And blew her one last kiss,
Then walked away.
There wasn't much to say.
