Another Sad Song
I tug on my stomach, I pull at my fat
How did I allow myself to become like that?
I've tried every fad diet, tried really hard
It’s not like I want them to call me tubby or call me lard
Been bullied all my life
I couldn't take it anymore
It seemed as if the only way to end my strife
Was to ask for guidance from my knife
CHORUS:
Stare into the mirror
Who is that person I see?
Whose face is that staring back at me?
Trapped in a body where I don't belong
Every day my heart sings another sad song
Every day my heart sings another sad song
I studied so hard, but I got a D on my test
How do others get an A so easily?
Yet a D was my best
I wanted to go to college to become a lawyer
now I feel as though I will never have an employer
I take out the diary from beneath my bed
Just write those same words again
"I wish I was dead"
CHORUS
It’s getting so hard to cover this up
How many times can I keep knocking myself on the door
before people realize that it’s so much more
An artist is what I've become
I paint over my bruises, I paint over my heart
Curled up in a ball whilst my world falls apart
Inside my head beats the battle drum
I watch as his fingers join with his thumb
CHORUS
Every day, until one day I could no longer go on
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