tell me i cant do this..
i cant be that..
i cant love him...
i cant be fat..
i cant be who i wanna be..

so i can control this one thing...
i control the blood..
i control what i feel...
i control my, precious stainless steel.

i control the depth..
i control the pain...
i control your words that reapeat in my head..

so tell me how much im not worth the time...
tell me that i am getting to be a burden...
tell me that i was a mistake...

oh please
, keep going on and on about how my life has nothing to savor
... cuz Mom,
your doing me a favor.