You make me sick.
Why do you lie...

Tell me why.
Why do you make me want to cry...

Who is this girl you speak of?
Who is this girl you might love...

Why do you make me feel this way?
Plead explain it to me...

I hate you so much!
I don't even want to feel your touch...

I'm so tired of being hurt by you,
while you're perfectly fine...

Why can't I be pretty enough?
Why can't I be skinny enough...

I miss you when you aren't near.
Why can't these feelings disappear...

I lay here wide awake in my bed,
with thoughts of you running through my head...

I look at you and smile,
I'm hoping that you stay a while...

I'm lying here in your bed,
rethinking all the things you said...

I look at the girl in the mirror.
The one that looks so strong...