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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 ...

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