I would rather be skinny and dead
Then fat an alive...

I was only conceived
To solve a fight...

Seven o'clock I go down for dinner
Haven’t eaten in forever...

Life to me just isn't fun
I'm just not where I want to be...

When I look into the mirror,
I recognize the girl staring back...

A deception of affection
A cross of wrong paths...

My smile is gone
A frown has appeared...

Sitting,
Not Knowing...

The past is always unchangeable,
The future is no guarantee...

My mind is a blur,
My heart non-existent...

Here I am
Covered with my blood...

The date of her conception,
Completely unknown...