My bowl of cereal
Tastes like giving up
Every cheerio hits my stomach
With the finality of death.
When I'm full
I'm not pretty
I'm not thin
My stomach bloats
And I am disgusting.
Laxatives are my best friend
They'll wash everything away.
Stomach acid
Burns my throat
As I empty my stomach
Again and again
But true beauty is pain
And that pain is my beauty
Because I know I'll never be pretty
But maybe I can be
Skinny

Things are changin
An I aint lyin
Theres much to be said
About public cryin

I say I cant
Open myself
You say you can't
so put me on a shelf

Now and then
it begins
and when I get started
seems we're parted

This place is full
of folks who write
Now for me its
gone, tonight

Cryin alone
Cut me to the bone
Not with words
Shunned me off alone

So ***** you
and the horse you
rode in on.