Came at you in silence, my back at the wall I've seen those nights where you binge and purge Those locks on your doors tell me when you're crouched on all fours Counting tile, losing bile and sleep "It's just a diet, I've kept it quiet, even if you told all my family and friends they would never believe it" I think you're right, I can't believe it too That it's you, but it's you
My problems hide in numbers that leave when i gag and heave I weighed out every option, that scale's not fit for advice Medical language won't ever help to shape this if that mind is just as frail as it's frame You know I'd leave it alone
We can beat genetics, adopting new aesthetics for beautiful bodies, figures ever-so-slender Taking control, oh, what a nice, nice thing
Besides, my problems hide in numbers that leave when i gag and heave And heaving's kind of hard with your hands tied round your waist Point out the obvious, tell me just how dangerous Then bundle every fight in an "isn't right" and leave it aloneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
