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 quests
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