I don't want to take your ******* anymore
I'm done being criticized and thrown against the floor
Stop SCREAMING
stop SCREAMING
The voices in my head are from your imagination
There's nothing wrong with me
You caused this agrivation
Telling everyone that oh, she's just sick
And I'm perfectly fine
And done with your ****
You keep saying that I'll be okay
But I've learned not to listen to everything you say
You just like the attention
Of having a ****** up daughter
Saying I'm too fat
To consume anything but water
At restaurants...
How am I supposed to feel
I don't know what feelings are real
All I know is that if the voices are really there
Their telling me to dispose of
All that feels unfair