I try so hard to be beautiful If you only knew But there is nothing beautiful About the things I do
I try to be less so I can feel like I'm more But does the number on the scale even matter anymore?
I'm promising and promising I ate before I came But these pretty little lies are driving even me insane
And if you can't see through my smile If you can't figure it out I'm slowly killing myself From the inside out
This was way back in grade 9 when I was very alone and very... well, I wasn't healthy in the mind. I'm better now. Usually I'm lying about that, but this time I ACTUALLY am. Seriously, I eat too much chocolate now. :P