Letter to God (1983) کے بول

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 prayers 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