Title: Leaving In The Dope Show
Author: Donnie
Summary: Liz lives in Cali with her mom for a while until something happens that puts her in Roswell.
Disclaimer: I do not own the lyrics or Roswell and it’s characters.
Feedback: Yes good bad I don’t give a shit



Marlyin Manson Dope Show
The drugs they say
Make us feel so hollow
We love in vain
Narcissistic and so shallow
The cops and queers
To swim you have to swallow
Hate today
No love for tomorrow
We're all stars now in the dope show
We're all stars now in the dope show
There's lots of pretty, pretty ones
Who want to get you high
But all the pretty, pretty ones
Will leave you low
And blow your mind
We're all stars now in the dope show
We're all stars now in the dope show
They love you when you're on all the covers
When you're not then they love another
They love you when you're on all the covers
When you're not then they love another
The drugs they say
Are made in California
We love your face
We'd really like to sell you
The cops and queers
Make good-looking models
I hate today
Who will I wake up with tomorrow?
There's lots of pretty, pretty ones
Who want to get you high
But all the pretty, pretty ones
Will leave you low
And blow your mind
They love you when you're on all the covers
When you're not then they love another
They love you when you're on all the covers
When you're not then they love another There's lots of pretty, pretty ones
Who want to get you high
But all the pretty, pretty ones
Will leave you low
And blow your mind
They'll blow your mind
We're all stars now in the dope show
We're all stars now in the dope show



I am starring up at the light as it swirls and curls, and my hand I have been looking at it for the past hour. The lines and curves are heaven in my hell. I am going to wake up morrow and have to climb over the masculine body that lies next to me. But that is ok becuz today is not tommorw, and for now I am free.


So now it is tomorrow morning and what and I doing. Climbing over the bod next to me, into the day light that hurts my eyes. Ciggs in hand and dark sunglasses over my eyes to counsel the bags. I walk into my three story Malibu home to the tears of my mother. Must she be so melo? Melo dramatic that is!


“Oh Elizabeth...”


Do I look like a damn Elizabeth to you? Chopped of sun streaked brown hair with blonde tips, big ass boobies, slipknot shirt and black cargo pants with a ball necklace. Oh yeah I am so proper. Whateva.


“Elizabeth? I don’t know a Elizabeth, I know a Cat.”


“Elli!”


Did she think the baby name would work? No not happen.


“Elizabeth you have been in trouble with the law 5 times! Then you go out and smoke pot and party all night! You have left me no chose but to have you go live with your dad and Lisa, You leave in two hours go pack.


“I am wearing what I am taking mommy dearest!”

Oh shacking in my fuicking boots!

Roswell you bitch I am on my way. Make room baby!