Am I thin? Please tell me if I am. Am I skinny? I'm trying to get there. I'm dying *for your approval. 110 pounds... 100... 90... How far can I get before I faint? Before I'm enough -- Not* enough?
I have these ghosts haunting the corridors of my mind, Leading the way through lingering thoughts of you, I cannot seem to resent or spew hatred, It's a battle creating a wider gap.
As waves in an ocean my life moves in motion With no past just present I search for a notion of peace The tranquility within can be such a beast Seeking for the feast Look ahead at what's to be for there is so much in this life to see So do not look down on thee no matter how you think the situation should be