MAN, WHY DO OTHER PEOPLE'S GHOST BE DOIN' THA MOST

GOD
There must be
a spirit on me 
yeah one 
that i can't
see
but makes people 
be
 hurtful and evil   
to this sitting queen 
from the steeple
of You
too
yeah 
so why 
do i 
constantly 
cry
or 
boohoo
yeah 
when 
i have been 
a friend 
and then 
Here we go again 
yeah  me 
being treated
like my life 
isn't needed 
yeah 
like being nice 
to me 
is worse 
then bring 
cursed 
but father 
your thirst 
gave me birth
but why 
must i 
internally die 
or feel
bluer than
 the sky