With each glance that i take
i feel as though this habit may break
cakes, cookies, blueberry pies
the sight alone brings joy to my eyes
my mouth waters and my stomach yelps
the sweet aromas don't help
with each glance that i take
i feel as though this habit may break
living in a world of lies
never looking into anyones eyes
my outside image rapidly changes
my daily routine abruptly rearranges
stuck in a pit of deception
roaming the halls of the world searching for exception
i hate everyone here, they don't understand
why I'm living in these woven horrors hanging by the last strand
with each glance that i take
i feel as though this habit may break
as i bring this sweet sensation to my mouth
i think of where it'll be stored down south
adding mass to my thighs
i cant do it, i wont try
with each glance that i take
i realize this habit MUST break
