I wish I was as skinny
As you say I should be
I wish I could wear the clothes
That supposedly fit me
You're the light in the fog
You're the chain I'm the dog
I dress to impress
Because you shoot to kill

I wear pants that would make
Weight watchers choke
You are the beat of my heart
You are the blade to my throat
You are cold dead skin
You're my tired grin
You feel sorry for me
I'm starving for you

As crazy as it sounds
I'm seeing things your way
I could have swore I saw fat
In the mirror today
It's so windy outside
And this tight sweatshirt
Doesn't block out the cold
Can't zipper up hurt

You're so beautiful
I am such a mess
My body is lacking
Food but not stress
And there's a chance I will die
But not from falling apart
I will die from wanting
A place in your heart

I dress to impress
Because you shoot to kill
You feel sorry for me
I’m starving for you

 
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