Bulimia
The regression lies here
Over the black tile floor
The relapse lies here
Begging for more
Too late to go away
But I might stop for you
Throat hurts a million stings
Eyes burn and ears ring
Got me down on my knees
I don’t have anything
Rid me of everything
But I sit here
Begging for more
Too late to go away
I couldn’t even stop for you
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