I'll starve to my death
till you can play piano on my ribs
so you can like what you feel.

I'll take sips of bleach
till you want to run your tongue through my teeth
so you can like what you taste.

I'll cut holes on my cheeks
till they turn the colour of my lips
so you can like what you see.

I'll slide my hands down my throat
till I tear off my vocal chords
so you can like what you hear.

I'll make a fool of myself
make my mum feel nothing but shame
call myself a different name
so you can like me.