Bluin' For You

Trapped inside this corridor curled into a ball!
Got cuts, yeah! All across my arm!
And if I'm bluin', well, I'm bluin' girl for you!
And if I, if I die, well, it's to the likes of you!
I'm trapped inside a dark and empty space!
No need to mock me with the sight of your face!
And if I'm bluin', well, I'm bluin' girl for you!
And if I, if I die, well, it's to the likes of you!
Well, I'm in so much pain!
Well, I feel that you don't care to know my given name!
And in my misery, you find delight!
Call it what you will, but I feel a need to fight!
Well, I am M-A-D!
But I don't need or want your charity!
What'd be worse is your sighted feigned pity!
Make me feel like I'm nothing!
Well, I'm feeling them postpartum blues!
Just part of the pain, yeah! The pain of losing you!
So, tell me what a poor boy, what a poor boy is to do!
Well, if I'm bluin', well, I'm bluin' girl for you!
And if I, if I die, well, it's to the likes of you!