When I am frail and weak,
will you still care for me as you speak?
I doubt it!
My sisters took a hit!
Everyone tries to believe in true love.

When I'm insane and wreckless,
I hope you can guess...
you won't know what I mean,
it's in that one gene.
Trapped into existence because of genetics.

I hate you but I feel so much passion,
I wish your love was a ration,
you give out way too much sometimes,
it makes me guilty of many crimes.
Will you care for this fail and weak soul?