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
And met the doctors every day because I can't stop losing weight
And now I'm the one with the needles in my arms and in my legs
And making jokes about the blood tests, and I'm plannin' 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'd 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 singin'
Please, God, I don't wanna be sick
No, 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
No, I don't wanna hurt, so get it over with quick
Please, God, I wanna be loved
I don't wanna be somebody that you're tryna get rid of
Thank you
