Something smells fishy, and I don't mean some anchovie pizza. Ew. Could you imagine? Anchovies on pizza? Yikes. I was sucking it in pretty tight, as tight as it'll get these days. But tighter and tighter it goes. Next thing you know I'll be a skinny legend. Just👏like👏YOU👏👏

But anyhoo, I'll sing you another song.

"All the days begin to merge

Just a blurry haze and now it’s

Almost second nature to ignore the urges

Can’t trust my own nature

Every calorie a failure

Gotta push the intake down every day

‘Cause the voice comes back to say

"You want to eat? Bite your tongue"

Don’t want to stay an embarrassment

Just have to stomach it

"They don't know what you want"

A tug of war against common sense

Don’t wanna believe that I’ve overstepped

But it’s so overwhelming

And I hope no one can tell

‘Cause the numbers keep decreasing

This ordeal is becoming routine, check

Arms, back, neck, thighs

Suck it in and pinch my sides

The scales are betraying me

The mirror is a lie, yeah

Numbers

It all comes down to numbers

I know it’s wrong but

Just because you know you’re colorblind

Doesn’t mean you can see the colors

Fine, I admit I’m addicted

But the hunger feels good, how do I quit this

I know I could die, I’ve seen the statistics

But the voice is with me through thick and thin"

I wouldn't play patty cake with need-for-speed if my life depended on it.

You thought Pearl Harbor was a disastrous mess?

With a squish and a slam and a splashidy doo.

Oh, honey.

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