The first thing you see
The thing I despise,
I'm trying to cope with
To say I am is a lie.
I'll admit to be better
Than back when I spent
All my time concerned with
What meal might come next
I've treated you cruely
Both inside and out,
I thought you deserved it
I know I'm wrong now
My body, my body
I promise to love,
At least try to be kind to
And heal these old wounds
Dec 18, 2015
Dec 18, 2015 at 2:33 PM UTC
The first thing you see
The thing I despise,
I'm trying to cope with
To say I am is a lie.
I'll admit to be better
Than back when I spent
All my time concerned with
What meal might come next
I've treated you cruely
Both inside and out,
I thought you deserved it
I know I'm wrong now
My body, my body
I promise to love,
At least try to be kind to
And heal these old wounds
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