Lyrics Quicksand - Theory of a Deadman

Why, in East LA
There's a little girl dreamin' of a family
She says, "The system won't give love for me"
Another lost soul's what she'll wind up bein'

Later on in her teenage years
After a million disappointments and some dried up tears, yeah
Ran to the streets to be safe from fear
Of another group home that she'll wind up leavin'

No, don't got no chance at life
No, might just end up dyin'
No, no, parents or no rights
So, so, hold back from cryin'

Been fallin' in quicksand all her life
Hopin' for a hand to pull her out
She tryna leave this world behind
But the ground is cavin'
She don't got nobody like you do
(Yeah, yeah)

Then she finally falls in love
What is love really when you're high on drugs?
He taught her how to hold a gun
And to keep her hand steady while he bags the money

Knock the dirty mattress down
Hundred-dollar bills and they roll around
Police are kickin' down the door
She got tripped up and he takes off runnin'

No, don't got no chance at life
Not sure why she is fightin'
No, no, parents or no rights
So, so, hold back from cryin'

Been fallin' in quicksand all her life
Hopin' for a hand to pull her out
She tryna leave this world behind
But the ground is cavin'
She don't got nobody like you do
(Yeah, yeah)

Beat down another night in juvie
On her own again sayin', "I wish they'd shoot me"
Still got no place to go
No white picket fence she can call her home

Been fallin' in quicksand all her life
Hopin' for a hand to pull her out
She tryna leave this world behind
But the ground is cavin'
She don't got nobody like you do (Yeah, yeah)
She don't got nobody like you do (Yeah, yeah)
(Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh)