4. "sing about me, i'm dying of thirst"

who’s really there

for me?

who really cares

to keep me calm

at the height

of my anxiety?

who can really help

when my heartbeat

starts hitting 150?

and why does it feel

like the person

i’m searching for

to help

can’t be me?

fishing for someone

to be proud of me

‘cause i never felt it

from my kin,

i know

nothing’s ever been

good enough for them,

and i wouldn’t wanna

pass that on

to my future kid.

whoever that is,

i hope they sing

about me

in the end,

i hope they make sure

that i’m never

long gone,

i hope they get to be

whoever they want

and not whoever they feel

will please me,

i hope society

is kinder

than the one that i see,

and i hope

they get to live out

all their wildest dreams.

just promise you won’t forget me.