You Can't Make Her Love Herself.

She looks in the mirror,
Then let's out a long sigh.
You already know her answer,
But once again you ask her why.

She says shes not pretty.
She claims to be fat.
Her hips are to wide.
And her chest to flat.

You tell her that's not true
Tell her she's got to be kidding.
You better start to run.
Because soon she will start hitting.

She has a beautiful smile.
And pretty long hair too.
I don't know why she says these things.
Do you?

She claims everyone hates her.
And she's dumb too.
You want to change her mind.
But you don't know what to do.

You tell her over and over those things aren't true.
She tells you your lying.
Then throws something at you.
You can't make her love herself.
There's not much you can do.