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…
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