I grew into what you never wanted me to be
So you threw me in the street I was barely just thirteen
But I dove in with both feet and let it mold me
Don't you see?
That I have boldly whipped defeat
Though life has coldly treated me
I own a wardrobe full of demons scheming to increase
If my disease is growing it won't cease
Please believe me that I know it
Feel like folding, can't keep my eyes open
What's the point of living when a part of you's been stolen
From a sickness given to you from a mother who is cuckoo
Who were you to take away my life?
You fed me lies, I so despise
You acting like it's wise advice
Must be nice to have the ability to willfully be killing me
 
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