i hate this. i hate how I'm not pretty for you. I don't eat much anymore, i usually fake it sometimes, ill probably be skinny one day for you. i probably will be lighter, better ,maybe you'll chose me maybe you'll put me first. maybe you'll believe me. maybe you'll stop and put us first. maybe you'll stop our fights, stop the way you treat me, treat me better, you know. but who knows maybe in 5 years you'll stop. or maybe we won't know each other.
forever and always
