All this ink for a life that only brought me much pain,
Makes me cringe in the mirror and discourages me to gain,
Every grit of my teeth and every puncture that I took,
In the end brought me shame for the way I was forsook,
Now they look at me strange or just turn away quick,
Now I cant get a wage and it frustrates me sick,
On the inside iv changed but they don't understand,
I wasn't always that way and it was nothing I planned.
