Food
I wear you like a coat
that everyone can see
"Did she gain a few pounds?"
"She should really stop eating"
There talking right now
Saying things behind my back
So I'd rather skip a meal
Because I can live without
When I was one-eighty
I said I'd be happy at thirty-five
And now at that weight
I'll be happy at one-o-nine
I know that I should stop
I've been told this truth before
But there's people telling me
I could lose a little more
~Samyie
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