I bite the hand that’s feeds

So maybe it’ll let me starve

I don’t make good deeds

So maybe the world can forget about me

I spill all my beads

So maybe you can see I’m a mistake

I cry out my calls that no one heeds

So maybe now you can let me go

(So, so sorry for accidentally deleting this, I wasnt paying attention and I’m going through a difficult time at the moment, my bad)