You were supposed to nurture me Make sure I was well taken care of In ever aspect of my life Yes my belly was full And I was kept warm But with each passing day Inside me grew a storm A child who had to raise herself On her own They was no nurture only nature Force to adapt in order to survive And all I knew is I was dead inside And new issues rose My life a lie And with that knowledge I spend most time high So I may forget how much I wanna die And know I wonder why I even fight to stay alive
Youngest of three just trying to act like I'm fine