You asked me why my light dimmed out While all you do is scream and shout You say I have it easy and everything is great You don't know that every time I look in the mirror all I feel is hate You comment on my eating and my sugar intake You dont know that i carry more than all this deadweight You asked "What happened to my little girl who used to run and play?" Your little girl has grown up and prefers to run away You ask why I always seem locked up in a little cage You don't know that's the only way I won't be consumed by rage You say alot of things but they are hardly ever true You say alot of things they often leave me blue.