Looking at the scale is a curse,
It only makes things worse.
Popping pills and dreaming crazy stuff,
Life is certainly getting rough.
The tears stream down my delicate face,
Of my past happiness there is no trace.
Watching the numbers on the scale,
My fake smile and my body turning frail.
Everyone claims I’m pretty,
All I do is look at models in self-pity.
Caught in my own voice that light can’t see,
In my world there is no being free.
Can you not see?
I’m drowning. And there’s no saving me.

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