I left home and moved to Brooklyn
where my boyfriend had a place
And he had track marks on his arms
but had the most angelic face
I watched my friends die before twenty-one
and now I'm twenty-eight
I'm at the doctor's every day
because I can't stop losing weight
And now I'm the one with needles
in my arms and in my legs
I'm making jokes about the blood tests
and I'm plannin' my estate
And I don't wanna blame the child, but I have to speculate
If this could all just be an answer
to thosе prayers that came delayеd
Because I never would have said it
if I knew I'd have to wait
Until the moment I was happy
then it all disintegrates, and I'm singin'

"Please, God, I don't wanna be sick
And I don't wanna hurt, so get it over with quick
Please, God, I wanna be loved
Don't wanna be somebody that you're tryna get rid of
Please, God, I don't wanna be sick
And I don't wanna hurt, so get it over with quick
Please, God, I wanna be loved
I don't wanna be somebody
you're tryna get rid of"

Thank you