I f'd it up. My life is torn.
Too bad I didn't die, too bad I was born.

Go back to that space,
Get off my fn case!

Nobody understands,
The whomsoever does with a plan?

Questions run through my mind,
They haunt and voices disturb all the time.

Give me my meds, and don't u fn steal,
Jesus Christ, I'm so stressed not knowing my last meal

Now I'm balding on two large sections,
I'm a freakn female, 35 and don't like the reactions

So give me a break, leave me a lone...
But that's for I'm a burden yet want you to stay home

Derrrr mrrrr .... cure?
Nope, beyotch just shed a fn tear!