Donna's Story - #chickasha #norge #oklahoma

(Verse 1)
Wind howls down Route 66 like a freight train cry,
Dusty motel neon burns through the Oklahoma sky.
Donna was fourteen with a heart soft as rain,
Till the devil rolled up another innocent girl slain.

(Pre-Chorus)
"Pretty little thing, you wanna fly high?"
Needle kissed her arm, now the stars ain’t so bright.

(Chorus)
They pick 'em like wildflowers, sweet and untamed,
Lick 'em with poison, honey laced with pain.
Stick 'em with promises, hollow as hell,
Phuck 'em and leave 'em— leaving another shell.

(Verse 2)
Mama’s Bible sits on the window like a ghost,
Donna’s laugh turned to whispers, fading fast.
Sheriff turns his head when the money is right,
While girls disappear into the Oklahoma night.

(Bridge)
Pill bottles rattle like a death march tune,
Prison bars or a grave—one’s coming soon.
Writes her name in the dirt with a shaking hand,
"Remember me, Lord, if You still give a damn."

(Chorus)
They pick 'em like wildflowers, sweet and untamed,
Lick 'em with poison, honey laced with pain.
Stick 'em with promises, hollow as hell,
Phuck 'em and leave 'em—leaving another shell.

(Outro)
The wind don’t answer, it whistles her name,
Just carries the echoes of a life gone to waste.
And the men keep driving, hunting fresh prey,
Oklahoma's red dirt covers Donna’s grave.

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