Oh I’m not hungry I’ve eaten well
Stomach full, fat, starting to swell

For breakfast I had your insecurities
For dinner I ate what I thought I meant to you  
For tea I nibbled on what you’ve done, no consequences actions carried out for free

So no, mother I’m fine
I’m not hungry, no more time to dine.

If I die I won’t have to be alive
If I do I’ll never start to thrive

I want to live, I want to die
it’s hard to fathom each and why