Still can hear them say "your end is near this way". In filth I'm living, a mess created. Can't give myself a helping hand. No luck or joy
to understand. But here they say it's not that hard to recover.
And I see my relatives won't let me be. Always concerned and too much interference for me. Don't want your sympathy. Let me feel free.
Cannot longer take the blame. Affected with a sense of shame. Many times I tried to leave but failed just like that last time. The world
seemed so black. Thought I'd never see it back. 'Cause I don't want to stay like this forever.