the life of the deranged swatiri

Damn this grown man is in sme
sort of drain,
for you my heart beats with a
pain...
Is that al in vaiñ¿
After u, wil i live¿
After u leave wil i breathe?
Wil th sun stil shine¿
Tel th doctor um fyn,
i said doctor um fyn,
um not mad, um crazy
ma brain damn lazy,
flip babey u a drug.
My heart is a rug.
U my babey u my lungs,
witot u, i'm dead...
I dread u leavin,
lovin u z th best thng ever,
somethng i never wana luz,
i choose to die if i ain gat u,
my beau,
how cn i ever love smemore?
I wont ever 4get u, thts y i cn
never say i wil b in love wth sme1
else,
jail cells, thats whr my heart
belong,
yo heartbeat is my song!