i can't do it..
I can't do it
I can't walk back in there
What if I still get hit?
They still won't care
They still call me fat
I'm still ugly
They'll slam me on the mat
I'm trying...
I can't do it
He will still only want me for sex
She'll only need me for the homework
He still loves his ex
All I'm good for is using a fork
I can't do it
I'll still eat in the bathroom
Or I won't eat at all
At least that way I'll be skinny
I can't do it...
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