EAT YOUR DEPRESSION

by in spite of love   Nov 9, 2006


Oh no, I can't stop eating...
This sorrow, it goes down my throat.
And the calaries were decieving...
dear god, I'm starting to bloat.

Give me some pumpkin cheese cake,
Hand me that cinnamin roll,
How much more food could you make?
I'll eat until I am whole.

One hundred sixty pounds later,
I'm shoving food into my face...
Looking for your girlfriend?
I ate her...
Time without food is a waste.

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