It's another day
I feel like I could die.
You've made me this way, I think I'm tearing up.
I cry for help more and more.
But you don't care.
You just look at me, stare.
("Look at that freak
With her hair in her face")
I feel like I could collapse.
Rememeber when I was there for you?
Is it true that you don't care?
But I'm dying to be beautiful just for you.
