I have not turned my back on you,
So there is no need to cry...

He is my dad
&& keeps hurting me bad...

When I die will I be missed?
Or just none as the girl who slit her wrists...

You called e a tram* you called me a slu*
All I could do was look at you and say what...

There used to be you and me
&& I used to be your Lil b...

I'm stressed, I'm hurt
&& I feel like a piece of dirt...

I love the way you say you love me
And the way you call me Lil B...

You love me, but you wont be with me
I'm confused...