I should've died a long time ago.
There I am looking up through the surface of the water... drowning.
And there's my mother looking down and she isn't coming in to rescue me.
I must've been a bad boy.
I guess I owe all this pain to some other boy that jumped in and pulled me out.

Don't worry...
I get it now.
My mother and all women hate me.
And so do men because they rescue me to a life where I get to live knowing I was never meant to be.
I certainly get it now.

The support of men and two bucks and I can buy a cup of coffee.