[Intro] G Em C [Primera Parte]G I left home and moved to Brooklyn Where my boyfriend had a placeEm And he had track marks on his armsC But had the most angelic faceG I watched my friends die before twenty-one And now I'm twenty-eightEm And met the doctors every dayC Because I can't stop losing weightG And now I'm the one with the needles In my arms and in my legsEm And making jokes about the blood testsC And I'm plannin' my estateG And I don't wanna blame the child But I have to speculateEm If this could all just bе an answerC To those quests that camе delayedG Because I'd never would have said it If I knew I'd have to waitEm Until the moment I was happyC Then it all disintegrates and I'm singin' [Estribillo]G Please, God, I don't wanna be sick No, I don't wanna hurt, so get it over with quickC Please, God, I wanna be lovedEm D Don't wanna be somebody that you're tryna get rid ofG Please, God, I don't wanna be sick No, I don't wanna hurt, so get it over with quickC Please, God, I wanna be lovedEm D I don't wanna be somebody that you're tryna get rid of [Final]G Thank you
Letter To God (1983)
Halsey
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