So you don't even know
You just think you can judge me
Only trouble living in a certain place is...
Illiterate, ignorant and uneducated people as these are the idiots who believe
They do not ask for proof and just go with what anyone tells them
If someone told them i was dead they would believe it
Just like the time i found out about my cancer and weight loss from it
As i told them i bled, i sweat and i cried for this weight loss
i was in no bed in no hospital because if i was i would tell
I'm on the phone and people believe envious junkies that i have a boyfriend
i can't just innocently walk the streets without looking bad
Lost track of time I've been to a bad place because its dark
People are so dirty minded, stupid and evil
Nobody can live in peace or at ease
Its tough to have good friends who don't mind giving you a lift to rid of the bad names people give you
They won't take you even if you offer to pay for fuel
The guilt overtakes them
They'll drive through for free yet they don't want to or they would take you
I'm not afraid of anything, but my Lord
I make sure I'm breathing and walking and that I'm not dizzy
I monitor my epilepsy with friends and family
I'm just the same aren't we the same
How does it feel to be judged in this way you wouldn't even know
Until one day a woman had to do a night shift
seen caught taking the bus at 11 pm
They don't see her until 4 pm the next day, shattered and tired out so badly
They automatically assume by first word
She's got a boyfriend and then comes back here
She goes out clubbing
They never seem to have any guts to ask for proof
They prefer to ruin people's lives
They won't comfort them or cry with them
They leave them to rot alone while they sit in agony without a friend in the world
They won't even notice its all their fault
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