Letter to God (1983)

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 21, and now I′m 28
I’m at the doctor′s every day because I can’t stop losing weight
And now I’m the one with needles in my arms and in my legs
I′m 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 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
And 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
And I don’t wanna hurt, so get it over with quick
Please, God, I wanna be loved
I don′t wanna be somebody you’re tryna get rid of”

Thank you