The Loss Made Me Thin
I'm so sick of it I want to act my own age
But before they never would engage
It hurts to think that i was the problem
I just always wanted to please them
I wasn't good enough and I'm still not
I was always scared I would get caught
I never wanted my childhood to end
it happened so quick
no time to think
Well I guess my life has to begin
Anyway the loss made me thin
They started to notice me
The girl I couldn't even see
I can't look at the old me it hurts too much
To know that my childhood of not caring is gone
And to know that I'm in the wrong
For caring what they think
Their voices send me to the brink
I didn't eat I was so desperate for their validation
But they don't see it such as this whole nation
If I’m not small I'm not good enough
If I’m not perfect I am neglected
But it's tough
To hide the real me
I'm not the same as I was then
Anyway the loss made me thin
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