For An Art Teacher, You Really Don't Understand My Art Very Well

I haven't traveled more than three miles in months I just go from work to work November car turned icy Buying clothes to make me feel pretty Cause I've been lying to my parents But there's no lying to myself I got that all out of my system Now it's just truth and my bad health If only I could just work harder, I wouldn't be Such a burden I know they don't think of me like that But I know I think of me like that 'Cause I've been lying to my parents But there's no lying to myself I know I've talked a lot about throwing up around here Sadly it never seems to pull through If only my body was as strong as my mind Maybe then I'd feel pretty all the time Cause I've been lying to my parents But there's no lying to myself I got that all out of my system Now it's just truth and my bad health I'm making excuses to feel happy Is there an excuse to feel so sick? I really hope that it's all worth it 'Cause I really do feel like shit For always lying to my parents For always doing this to myself (No longer me, you longer you, not even two, this must just be) I don't appreciate how you called his face silly at all I ripped that paper out of my I made a face that showed Someone who was just trying to live up to Everything they think they need (No longer me, you longer you, not even two, this must just be)