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 planning my estate

And I don't wanna blame the child, but I have to speculate

If this could all just be an answer to those prayers that came delayed

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 singing.

"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.