Obviously I should just get over it,
obviously I chose to feel depressed,
obviously I chose to have anxiety,
obviously I chose to always be at the edge of life and death.
No, mother, I can't just get over it,
you should know by now.
And no, you holding a bottle of vodka,
pretending to care, isn't going to help.
If you want to play pretend like a child,
then I shall comply.
Who do you wanna be mother?
The vampire?
or the victim?
