lyfe cant be this hard

lyfe cant be this hard, cuz i have no desire 2 fucc it;
but my lyfes been erect since the day, i was forced 2 luv it/
force 2 luv him that is, as i seen his true colors;
lyfe fukked me in the form of my molester,
the boy that lied when he said he luved me;
and even my own father/
from the moment i hopped on, i couldnt get off;
cuz i had 2 ride him n ride him,
untill he was 2 tired 2 keep his hold on me/
everytime i did it, i couldnt look at his face;
hoping 2 wash away these nightmares w/ endless liquor n haze/
i was suppose 2 trust him, as he crept up in my sleep;
but as he crept up in me, i couldnt move nor scream/
evrytime i did it, i couldnt look at his face;
hoping 2 wash away his nightmares w/ endless liquor n haze/

lyfe shouldnt be this hard, cuz i have no desire 2 fucc him;
cuz everytime he went deeper in me, it hurts my insides;
2 inches, 3 inches of traumas that made me cry/
though i fail 2 realize, you sumtimes can see it in my eyes;
holding it all in, praying for the day that i no longer live/
and the memory of my presence will hurt lyfe- as much as he hurt me;
that the guilt will eat up his insides,
leaving holes as wide n hallow;
as that shallow motherfucca, whos despair in, i would just wallow/
lyfe cant be this hard, cuz i have no desire 2 fucc it;
but my lyfes been erect since the day i was force 2 luv him/