Every inch of you make me feel so sick.
Every quarter mile I have to stop and think.
Every pound I gain I start to cry,
But every time I do that I don't know why.

You don't seem to care.
You don't want to try.
I really just want you out of my life.
Yes, I'm sure, it's not for a debate,
Go away and take with you the trash.

Counting all the days to tell you some things.
Counting all the nights that you didn't let me sleep.
Counting every calorie to be beautiful,
Although that no one but you thinks I'm fat at all.

You don't seem to think about the words you say.
and because of that you have to pay.
Yes I'm sure, it's not for a debate.
Go away and with you take the trash.

I don't want to count.
I don't want to measure everything.
Yes, I'm sure, it's not for a debate,
Go away and take with you the trash.