I am hungry but not the way they say. I am thirsty in an unquenchable way. I am lonely among my familiar crowd. I'm happy and proud, I am lost high above on a cloud. I am safe from them all, I can lose, I can fall. I am top, and they are down below. You want me to eat But that's not the ting I need. You want me to get fat And you think that I am mad. You stuff me up, You make me sup. I am not ill, I want you to recognize my will. But you make me sick, I don't need your slimy care. You never take me for what I really am, For my notions you never give a damn. All the time you know better what I need. You scale me like meat, Every ounce of fat is my defeat. My despair is your success But I'll win this psychic chess. I am strong and I despise you. I set up my scene, I'm the starving super queen. You wanted a crack And all you got is a bag of bones. I wreck myself, I hate myself, I have no skills, I'm only the puppet of your drills But I see the sun: Every ounce lost is a victory won! When I walk every step's a painful drag, When I talk every word is a leaden bag And I wonder: What am I doing? What am I winning? What am I losing? Stop it now!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
