Born Dead

Coming into this world was so easy after all
Wishes granted, she never needed to crawl
Painless days, demanding her every desire
All she wanted was for you to fuel her fire

Controlling sickness, emotional syndrome
Genuine illness
Her ego was her home
A beggar on horseback riding to hell
There was no one who could break the spell

One day it felt so bad to walk alone
She roamed inside her soul never to return

Born dead
Forever spoiled
Drew her last breath

Born dead
Always bored
Immersed in paranoia