If She Isn’t in There


Drinking, drugs, it's all the same
It changes nothing,
Yet everything except your name.

The difference is you don't buy drinks from dealers.
No policing, it's easy
And that's how it steals you.

My family is broken because the law doesn't care
If she drinks in here,
If she isn't in there.

They said we weren't in danger,
There was nothing they could do.
To my father they said
"It's all up to you"

So I've spent years of my life,
In my heart and in my head,
Grieving for a woman
Who isn't even dead
Because we live with a law that doesn't care
If she drinks in here,
If she isn't in there.

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