My days are spent looking at the scale
Measuring every inch of myself
Even when I try all I ever do is fail
How can you look me in the eyes and tell me to hate myself?
I try so hard to please you
Yet all your truths seem to be lies
I think I don't deserve you
But all I ever am is kind
I bet you like seeing the hurt in my eyes
I bet you like tearing me apart
Does it make you feel better about yourself knowing you've broken a naive girl's heart
Do you brag about it to your friends
And do they find cool
That you made someone break to no end
Made them feel like a fool
Honestly, I bet you don't think of me at all
Is this really how it ends with me believing I'm nothing at all
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Love Me In Pieces
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