My whole life feels like blazing heat,
Like there's this battle with no retreat,
Yet I cannot give into certainty of defeat,
I have to rise against all of the odds,
Like Rosie O'Donnell at a battle of the bods,
I have nothing else to say at the time,
I can yell all I want and feel like a mime,
But I am portrayed as the pain dealer,
The one that ruins other people's time,
And I can't say anything in my defense,
Or it makes the situation even more intense,
It can cost me an expense for my two cents,
It makes me wince at the thought of the hence,
I have nothing but my own line of defense...
