I tell you I'm struggling
Tell you my problem
You get angry
Because now you have to solve them
I never asked you to do that
And I never would
I just wanted support
Like all girlfriends should.
But now you're angry because of my thoughts
I'm wondering what will this sharing cost
Im already hurting
Deep in my brain
But now I guess this is my judgment day.
I told you I'm ugly
I told you I'm fat
I told you how I look,
I completely hate that.
I figured you'd get it
You've you're own problems and all
But boy oh you didn't
You just left me to fall
