Hi, my name is Fatty.
I eat my feelings, and I have a lot of them
The McDonald's down the street knows my order
I bake cupcakes at midnight
And order pizza because I'm bored
Then I sit and wonder
Why my rolls fold the way they do
Why my cheeks cover my eyes when I smile
Why I don't get the same type of stares as other girls
Hi, my name is Fatty,
And I eat to cope with how much I hate myself.
