nothing i do is perfect
or even half-decent
there's always someone better
there's always someone worth more to you
in comparison
everything about me is dirt
im depraved and sickening
i will twist these words into my head
bruising until there's nothing left
i was never good enough for you
i could've been thinner
i could've been a better daughter
i could've turned in my work on time
i could've gotten the energy to get out of bed
but i didn't
and i don't think i ever will
