Fake Realities

tell ‘em no appetite, couldn’t even eat a bite body’s weak and I’m wobblin’, can’t stand upright my mind’s goin’ in and out, what I’m feelin’ ain’t right but everything is alright because my stomach lookin’ tight im consumin’ zero calories, pursuin’ fake realities, killin’ myself to be perfect, thinkin’ it’s all worth it nothin’ in my stomach and way too much on my mind getting rid of all the calories, man i feel so inclined, and it’s crazy cause they’re blind, everything’s fine, except my waistline is declining because I am never dining inside i’m dying, have to keep trying, continue with all the lying your grip, it’s so binding, don’t feel like resigning with the stomach pain, I feel the gain from my strain, it’s so much on my brain I just couldn’t abstain from releasing some pain about fearing weight gain ****’s been driving me insane, needing IVs in my vein i can’t take this pain, pop a pill on the low just to silence my brain vision blurred while I’m drivin’, can’t remain in my lane swervin’ down the road, my mind goin’ insane heart rate increasin’ with my speed as I drive faster, i can’t do it anymore, it’s ‘bout to be a disaster…