ItsSammy Posted May 12, 2018 Share Posted May 12, 2018 Better My plate is full but I can't seem to eat Just turning the fork over in my hand And I feel too big for this large seat So I'll just excuse myself and stand Go outside, once again, to pretend Like there is really nothing wrong Because I can see no nearing end And this play has drug on too long But I can't stop and I won't stop For if I did, I fear that I'd fail Be even worse, bottom to top I can't have that, so I set sail Into the abyss of my mind To ignore the growls And instead find The cruel howls That flood My blood Oh, I've been sick again today And cast out my retched meal For I fear it affects what I weigh And I'm sick of this, of how I feel I just can't seem to get any better Any worse though and I'd be dead I don't really fit in my sweater But "I'm better." I said For now I look quite thin But they don't think so And I can never win So here, here wo go Once again I will feel This awful, horrid pain But I won't kneel as I Feel my blood drain Am I good enough now? Am I good enough now? I just didn't know what to do ... I don't know what you want I don't know what you want And now I don't know what's true ... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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