A bargain bin reject
I know what's wrong it's because I'm fat!
It's because of my fucking belly...
It's not that I'm ugly or anything
It's not because I'm really smelly...
It's my fucking gut, I hate myself
I hate the way that I look...
I want to be anorexic til I'm slim
I want to be let of the hook
If I wasn't as fat as I am
I think I'd get more respect
But look at me, I look awful
I'm a bargain bin reject
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