I don't need no fucking
Therapy
There is nothing
Wrong with me
I don't need to fucking
Happy pills
After a while,
Seems like taking those kills
And I am not
Anorexic
Just life these days
Is a little hectic
And I didn't quite manage
To eat breakfast
But it's normal to be glad
When the scale reads less.
And yeah, I've got scars
That I can't explain,
But to me
Cutting
Is just a game
And mutilation
Is what I do
When I've got things I just
Can't seem to get through
And sticking my fingers
Down my throat
Isn't really working out for me
I haven't lost a pound, you see.

You are looking at me sadly
But I'm living so damn gladly
And I've got shit going on
But I'm hanging to to it
Just wish I had someone
To hang on through it.