Here i am again in a brand new notebook writing on the 1st page
Chilling in my room full of tears and rage
I'm kind of bored and want 2 make my arm leak
Mother bleeper without my pills I'm so weak
I feel so cold without my triple C's
Anthony's coming over later i hope I'm not a tease
When he shows up WTF am i gonna say
I hope he know i called him over to talk not 4 a lay
I think I'm getting shipped away on Tuesday
I talked 2 Sara she said its best
So much stuff goin' on I'm so stressed
Damn i sound like a spoiled brat
I wonder when I'm gonna drop the weight I'm sick of being fat
Whats taking mi baby so long
i want him 2 be sober i pray he's not hitting that bong
it's 2: 45 i feel depressed I don't feel the need to put makeup on though i look a mess
anyways 1st page u may be the start of a dramatic end
Though your just a piece of paper u make a great friend
