its me, hi; im the problem
the family, the greed, the christian chorus line
blood’s thick but nothing like a payroll
im so depressed i act like its my birthday, every day
did you hear my covert narcissism disguised as altruism?
i was a functioning alcoholic
all my mornings are mondays stuck in an endless february
never take advice from someone who’s falling apart
they told me all of my cages were mental, so i got wasted like all my potential
YOU caged ME, & then YOU called ME crazy
you took the money & your dignity & got the hell out
they paint me out to be bad, so its okay that im mad
and woman like hunting witches too; doing your dirtiest work for you
checkmate, i couldnt lose