You took the abuse

And they tried to feed you shit

But you refused,

You called out for help

So many times

None of them answered

So you recluse

You produce and produce

Knowing that you can

Be of good use

You spend all day and night

Looking for clues

There is a mystery at foot

It's been playing on your

Mind, tugging on your heartstrings

It's obvious that you've been working

And if no one else tells you

I appreciate you,

Because baby you really made it

No matter what they said it

Never mattered who took the credit

One thing lead to another don't regret it

Let it continue on get better try to forget it

If you can stomach the load swallow and then feel so pathetic

You know your worth but still end up end up and then pregnant

It's like a miscarriage to end up packed up back Again

in that feetle position questioning

Thankful for the blessings swearing it's

destiny that has you obsessed

What's one night, alone on the

Swing set, dead phone and

No place to set your head

Got a sore neck, you picked

A war dick, so this is your net

This could be a portrait

A tune of torment,

Sit disillusioned in your vortex

Now load up the needle,

Give it one flick, you'll feel a

Slight prick but don't panic

It'll all be over before you know it