i get depressed when you don’t call
but i get butterflies when you do
there’s so many words i have for you
but i can only use so few

i love when you say my name
i wouldn’t like it any other way
i have a special smile made just for you
but, you haven’t got a clue

i love to talk to you all night and day
i love to hear what you have to say
i’d follow you for all eternity
even if we’re kept in secret

oh my, dear, i love you, so
but, there’s so much that you don’t know
like, how i’ve lied
about how i didn’t cry

i’ve liked you from the start
and i knew that we wouldn’t be smart
but i’m dumb,
and now, numb
.
.
.
but i’ll still love you forever

Anorexia, bulimia, what difference does it make
When they're both coming out of my mouth like a big mistake?
Vile bile comes out of my mouth,
Pouring out like monsters screaming, "GET OUT!"
Maybe I developed B from A,
Both leaving me with nothing good to say.

The doctor said it wasn't healthy, my weight loss.
I told her it was just from vacation.
I told her I was just worried over nothing,
She gave me a hug and said she'd listen.
But, I didn't tell her anything.
No such white lies.

Just thinking about food makes me wanna *****.
Thinking about ***** makes me wanna do it.
So I do,
And I tried to get better.
Hell, did I try.
But I ******* can't.
And I'm sorry.