You promised me happiness,

I felt nothing but pain.

You made me lose weight,

but showed me weight gain.

Said I would be popular,

but took away my friends.

Said just another pound,

that repeating never ends.

if life is so good,

then why am I crying?

If this is living for you,

why do you leave me dying?

You shown me my life,

for who you really are.

Nothing but lies and deciet,

cold black heart of tar.

I have served you well,

but know I must go.

You done me wrong,

for that i do know.

Fairwell to thee Ana,

my life is mine.

You do not control me now,

because I am devine.