The Uncontrollable at its worse

The Uncontrollable at its worse,

Every week for an entire year

With no way out.

There's a part of me that's missing,

Like I've been stripped of my femininity

The Uncontrollable at its worse.

Stuck in a room,

With drugs being injected through my veins

With no way out.

Its slowly taking over,

Making me weaker and weaker every time

The Uncontrollable at its worse.

To think that it started with a lump,

A lump that kept on growing

With no way out.

Why me?!

Why must bad things happen to good people,

Its the Uncontrollable at its worse

With no way out.