(tales of the) last line

Run away on beach blvd
Look for fix cause it isn't hard
You wanna escape the hard life
Fifteen yours old in suburban blight

You don't know where you're going
You wanna leave the pain behind
You don't know where you're going
She takes a breath one final time

The hooker stab in the streetlight
Another dark night in anaheim
You shoot it up and hit a line
I'm sure glad i lost my line
The desperation gets hazy now
You feel your life sink away some how
The silent panic in her mind
She takes a breath for the last time

Throw your life away
Justine, she was only fifteen