The culprit is life
And yes, I fought off a gun and won
Living life with chaos and strife
I just want it all to be done
I can not fix this world
Because this world never fixed me
How can anyone with an intellect believe life has an iota of allure
So, I cry to the heavens, "What's the fucking key?"
Had to drive through the ghetto to do well
Had to reach the cliffs of inevitable demise to be resuscitated
Despite my journey's core, my soul still feels like a shell
So, let's quell our anger and commiserate
Let me be!!!!
Don't write tunes about me as a sullen girl
Understand, I already know me
And you can't change me by adding a beat, a twirl, or a swirl
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