You call me a bitch
Yet you don't wonder why
You see all the scars
Yet you do nothing but sigh

You know I've seen a counsellor
You only say good
You said I need help
Yet you do nothing else

Do you hope I'll just get better?
Are you trying to convince yourself there's nothing wrong with me?
Because I can't wake up one morning not wanting to stab myself
Because I know there is something wrong inside

Do you think you're superior?
That you get to make all my choices?
Ever wonder if that's the reason I feel so low in the first place?
I doubt you wonder about me at all...

You say you care.
I might believe you
You say you'll try
I know you're lying

I'd say I'm pretty depressed
A lot of emotional problems
But i guess they'll just stay inside of me
What kind of mother are you anyway?