Misery loves company
but I am her only friend...

I am so sick of me, Now that I see what I've...
I've pushed myself over the edge, How could I be...

You tell me I look pretty, but I ignore everything...
You don't see in the mirror, what I see everyday...

I don't know who I am anymore, but I know this...
And for some reason I can't bring myself to be who...

Would it be that hard to try?
Or am I just not worth your time...