How could you do that..

How could you do that?
You put these thoughts in my head.
You made me feel
Like I'd rather be dead.

You're supposed to make me feel good,
but you're making me feel bad.
How could you do that?
You're my very own mom and dad.

I know I'm not always right,
but you're not either.
And that fact alone
makes it only a little bit easier.

How could you do that?
It just wasn't right.
Sometimes I think
that you're just trying to pick a fight.

You start to yell,
and I do too.
Back and forth we yell,
"I hate you!"

How could you do that?
I always do my best.
I put my fingers down my throat,
and my body does the rest.

How can something so awful
make me feel so good?
I feel like I don't love you,
even though I should.

You tell me you're sorry,
and that you take it all back.
Just one more question,
How could you do that?