((A Little Voice Inside))

You want to know me,

To see.

But I can't do that,

When I'm always reminded that I'm fat.

That I'm weak,

That I shouldn't even bother to speak.

Once again, I've fallen mute,

(The sickness is there.) It's hard to dispute.

How much I can't cry or yell,

I'll just bleed...and never tell.

It will be my secret pain,

Again, and again.

(You thought you were through with me?

Thought you found someone to help you be free?

There you go, making lies in your head,

If I get my way, you'll cut til you're dead.)