You’re so stressed
You’re so undressed
You’re so bipolar
You’re so all over
You’re so **** tired, darling

Upset at the world
You just want to be hurled
People who've been there for you
They aren't even getting their due
Laying down on their knees
With all those chains and keys
Dangling from their legs
All you do is whine and begs
Your short brown hair drowned
This queen isn't going to get crowned

She’ll flail with tears
Then screaming with fears
How can you help this angel?
She’ll just let your conscious dangle
What’s left to help her with?
She’s just going to be a losing myth
I’ll stay and help her though
She just needs help to grow

You’re so not worth it