I know that you know the exact words to say
You make me loose my appetite
You make me feel so sick
You make me feel so small around you
You make me loose it all.
I’m afraid i will hurt myself
If i stay any longer here..
When i finally get downstairs
You manage to get me up again
Like your doing it on purpose
Like you will go on till i drop..
You don’t know what you do
You really don’t get a clue
Because what you are doing,
Is making-me-hate-you..