when i was a baby i likely felt maybe, life would be better when i was a lady - - - oh it only gets worse i swear i’m gonna burst (soon enough) at the seams i became everything-averse - - - i can handle the jokes i can handle the ‘fun’ i can handle the disses from all of them, everyone - (chorus.) - - - i’m trynna converse maybe i can’t be heard but they always recoil from me what can they do with a word? - - - chorus. - - - i’m so damn tired at least i have figured that i shouldn’t care, why should we? i’ve given up on effort, i’m a damn coward - - - chorus. - - - i have surrendered to the whims of armoured children with bladed tongues my life is tattered - - - my life is tattered
some bad poetry i wrote past 10pm, fight me
