Apr 02, 2005 13:20
She was born with her mother's habit
Guess you could say it's in her blood
She hates it that she's gotta have it
She fills her glass up.
She'd love to kill that bottle
But all she could think about is
A better life, a second chance
And everyone she's lettin' down
She throws that bottle down.
Here's to the strong
Thanks to the brave
Don't give up hope
Some people change
Against all odds
Against the grain
Love finds a way
Some people change.