Would you prefer I sell my soul instead of my body? Would you prefer the good fairie came down and gave me a place to live?
Money doesn't appear, jobs don't fall into my lap. Things break down, child needs to eat. Dog gives me reproachful looks.
I am in trouble. I am without, and no, I did what I thought was right, I was wrong, but it doesn't mean I deserve this.
All those that judge and point at me, can go flush themselves down the toilet.