3 March 2013
They ask me how am I They're just going to pass by They don't want to hear the answer
They talk of my height Besides of my weight Is that all that matters?
To them
Am I what? What am I? Why are they all just Passing by
They don't want to hear my answer They're afraid of the thruth
Why do they Choose to go that way? There are many other paths that could take them away at last
Sitting in the corner With an eating disorder Or depression, pain Well this is our refrain
They say I should get better Or that it's all my fault But what does really matter When this world goes 'round?
I was holding on to memories Guess I shouldn't do so, no "How are you?" will say the lovelies I'll answer "I let it go"
Passers-by, how am I? • Opuss № I