The clock is ticking.

The sound of the water drips drive me insane,  
every drop makes me worry,  
where is my life going?  
should i always believe that love is always the way out of things,  
i've lived with my lovers since i was 16,  
moving out of a foster home that mistreated me,  
but every relationship has been the same,  
was it better to live with a pervert than someone who uses me?  
I do as you need to feel the love i never received.  
Molestation and rape was a horror film for me,  
as i grew older there was more,  
no one believed,  
except for me.  
They say its my fault,  
it's the way i dress and the way i sing.  
How can I live in a world that has no meaning for me?  
I gave this man a week to change,  
but he keeps lying and doing the same old thing.  
Drugs were never a problem for me,  
I was jealous of it,  
Having two parents,
and a man who abuse.  
Why would they choose a sack over me?  
All have cheated me in some type of way,  
I was still there, from end to beginning.  
Suicide seems to be the only key,  
You'll just cry and hit the pipe,  
For your poor baby.