Mary's driving home again. She's crying again. Johnny left her for another girl. . She's embarrassed by her loneliness. And haunted by her shame. And everyone's reacting just the same.
I'm a druggie, I'm a pusher, I'm a one night stand whore. Accuser, an abuser with nothing to live for. A devil, a deceiver and probably much more. . But why does it have to define me?.