Too full, too empty
Too full
Too empty,
I'm all dried up,
these bones feel heavy
I can't breathe,
I can't think,
I can't even talk,
I don't know what's come over me
I'm a slave to a vice,
it's killing me,
I often think twice,
will this help me?
No, the answer is no, no, no
darling, child,
calm down,
just rest your soul
Standing in the mirror,
exposed to consequences,
she hates what she sees,
filled with guilt from these decisions
Deceived as she takes that first bite,
You know you want to say no too,
it's only for tonight,
stop running from emotions that flood you
So is that what this is,
the realization that this addiction is,
you eat and eat,
but you're too full
and even more so...
too empty
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