Halsey - Letter to God (1998)

Say, hello, you ready? Hello, nice to meet you This a microphone, it tells a voice What does mommy use the microphone for? It's for, for mommy sing Yeah, for mommy's singing Who's your favorite singer? (please, God, or whoever you are) Mommy Please, God, or whoever you are Please, God, or whoever you are Please, God, or whoever you are Please, God, or whoever you are These days I get less calls 'cause no one wants to hear my voice I miss the days when I was gettin' texts that I could just avoid And I've been tryin' to be calm and not pre-emptively destroy I wonder who here really loves me, or who wants to be employed Every time I'm in the real world, I just end up paranoid And stay at home all by my lonesome with my little baby boy And I watch him on the kitchen floor, he's playin' with his toys And I don't ever wanna leave him, but I don't think it's my choice So I'm basking in these moments where I feel a shred of joy But I don't think my pleads are heard because I'm screaming in the void I'm screaming Please, God, oh, you've gotta be sick Why do you make it hurt, and why's it over so quick? Please, God, I'm finally loved I've finally found somebody I don't wanna get rid of Please, God, is it busy up there? (Please, God, or whoever you are) You took a little while to respond to my prayer Please, God, no, this doesn't seem fair I'm tryin' not to show it, but I'm terribly scared Please, God, or whoever you are Please, God, or whoever you are Please, God, or whoever you are La-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da, mm