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Mother
Tell me that I'm stupid.
Tell me what I can't do.
Because someday I'll be laughing.
When you're just cold and blue.
Disgusting is what you are.
And dead is what I long to be.
But I don't really know anymore.
If the source of my depression is her or me.
A doctor can't fix me.
You just want to send me away.
But after all it is your fault.
And I want to see you pay.
Doubtful should be your middle name.
As should be sneaky, rude, and vile.
You should think twice before calling me fat again.
Because now I can taste bile.
Blood is slowly pumping.
Through my weary heart.
But it wouldn't be so tired.
If you didn't do this to me from the start.
Tell me what I can't do.
Because someday I'll be laughing.
When you're just cold and blue.
Disgusting is what you are.
And dead is what I long to be.
But I don't really know anymore.
If the source of my depression is her or me.
A doctor can't fix me.
You just want to send me away.
But after all it is your fault.
And I want to see you pay.
Doubtful should be your middle name.
As should be sneaky, rude, and vile.
You should think twice before calling me fat again.
Because now I can taste bile.
Blood is slowly pumping.
Through my weary heart.
But it wouldn't be so tired.
If you didn't do this to me from the start.
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