you came back for me twice, before I turned 5,
instead of leaving me in the barrens amongst the cases of empty burr cans
So as she gave me my 9PM pill
Inserted the Korean movie of a girl my age who killed herself
And her family could be praised for having a dutiful daughter
But if you asked me on a deeper level
I wish you'd left me at the bottom of a river
It hurts a lot to be hated for being born
Can you blame me?
Everything I do is about feeling good
You feeling good is a prereq to anybody else possibly feeling safe
I'm tired of being hated, I'm tired of being alive
Can you blame me? Everything is about you feeling good.
