You said that you want your old daughter back,
You asked me why my happiness I lack.
If you only knew the problems I face,
And each time I wipe away the tears trace.
And if you only know how much it hurt,
When you told me I’m just worthless dirt.
You even believe my friend over me,
I’m just a waste of space, you see.
You told me you wished that she was your daughter.
And that, to me, was like mental torture. 
But you really didn’t seem to care,
While you’re ideal daughter was there.
You said that you wished she was your little girl instead,
Not knowing those words made my heart feel like led.
Well who’d want the bulimic and self harming me?
I’m just a waste of space, you see.
So I’m sorry I make your life so tough,
And I’m sorry I’ll never be good enough.