As a young child she was a spy
The young girl could act
With more talent than anyone could buy
But what happened to Lindsay sounds like a lie.

Lindsay went down the wrong track
Her good fame is going to die
This would make her older fans cry
Now that she is on crack.

Nothing is worse in my eyes
Than to see a role model once so fly
Become something so whack
All because she gets high.

Staying at grandma’s making pie
Could help her get back
To normal—or at least try
But no, so take a breath and sigh.

All the smoking makes her cough sound like a hack
Nothing can save her, not even her guy
Lindsay is in a bad tie
This is the new Lindsay, don’t look back.