The Ridge by Presley Cash 

The Ridge
And you look so carefree
And I am being buried alive
But no one seems to care if I
So grab a hand full of this dirt
and throw it on my body
Cause I don’t know nobody and
Nobody knows me
And you just sit there smiling
Like I am a fool
And who’s the bitch
that you should be
Talking to
New Mexico
Will be the death of me
New Mexico
Tell me who’s a bitch
Who’s a bitch
Who’s the bitch again
Tell me who’s the bitch
Who’s the bitch
Who’s a bitch again
Written by Presley Cash