Woke up, and stood on the scale
Feels so good
To see that finally I an do something right
That finally I can destroy
All that I have left
And lose more weight in one week
Than I really should
Woke up and answered the phone,
As I check in with you
And LIE
Because there is nothing else to do
I can't risk you foiling my plans right now
I can't risk you trying to help me
Because I don't want my saving
To be done by a Prince
Or a Princess
Comming on their white horse
To slay the demons within me
NO
I want to be stronger than that
I want to stop at any time
And become healthy for you again
But how can I do that
When the numbers speak for themselves
And I am lost
In the destruction
Of it all
Copyright 2003 Bluegirl
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