Why am I such a fat ugly bitch?
Why is my little brother such a git?
Why can't I stop this -
All this cutting and shit?

Why do I get upset so easily?
Stopping is 'easy peasy lemon squeezy'?
Or so you say...
I'd like to see you try some day.

Why can't you stop it?
Stop making up shit?
Why can't you leave it?
Please - just drop it!

Why do you always call me names?
Why do you always hand me the blame?