Hey BagLady,
Yes you!
The lady that's struttin her stuff and acting tough, playing her game while wearing her shame. Puttin up, puttin out to make ends meet, suffering in silence between the sheets. Busted, disgusted with no place to turn, feeling alone as bitternss burn. Tears rolling down your cheek, you have a voice, yet you can't speak.Raped,divorced,wounded you're bleeding and dying standing while smiling in a soul that's crying. For many days and countless years you wanted someone to catch your tears...WELL here's the bottle...I see you and it's time to drop the bag...lady.