i shake and i sweat
it's cold and i fear my death
but what's the point of being alive
if my simple eating
makes you want to leave?
i get it, i know that she's pretty
but how can you call me fat
when the wind outside blows me?
if ninety-nine pounds to you
is stupid fat and fuckin ugly
i guess i'll starve myself
'cause i just want you happy
i eat three meals a day
it's hard for me to gain any weight
so why do you scream and say
i should eat less, like her
and i get it, i know she's fuckin pretty
but why are you with me?
is it 'cause she knows your ugly
on the inside and she won't take you
but i do 'cause i love you?
