Post by starryeyes on Nov 7, 2005 15:55:02 GMT -5
Why?
Why do things go wrong?
[Why do I feel like, every day, I should fit into the smallest size?]
Why don’t I belong?
[In a world of beautiful people, with a figure a model would despise.]
Why won’t anyone hear my song?
[Can’t they hear my burdened scream, my lamented, anguished cries?]
Why do I go along?
[When I know that lies will win, that I’ll never gain control, even after all my tries.]
Why do things go wrong?
[Why do I feel like, every day, I should fit into the smallest size?]
Why don’t I belong?
[In a world of beautiful people, with a figure a model would despise.]
Why won’t anyone hear my song?
[Can’t they hear my burdened scream, my lamented, anguished cries?]
Why do I go along?
[When I know that lies will win, that I’ll never gain control, even after all my tries.]
