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You like to think you're dignified
carrots, celery sticks, water and nothing fried
you say that you don't fit your figure
and you constantly complain that you're disfigured
every time you puke and shake and shiver
making careful cuts with your scissors

every single meal, prepared with care
eaten and and puked up just like the swarms of flies
excuses you make up to pretend you're not scared
you know we all see through your disguise

you know you wait, your weight
you know just what i hate
you know that you wait, your weight
you're irate at your weight
mad about the little things that you've ate
the little things that you ate

you create your own tragedies
you blame your family for your agony
malnourished and battered and beaten
feeling guilty for everything we have eaten

you know while you wait, your weight
i know what you hate
you wait, your hate
mad about the little things you ate
the little things you ate