My letter to Bulimia

Can you make me pretty, can you make me good,
with just a little more water and a little less food?

I promise I’ll practice to be as strong as you
you’re my new religion, I believe in your truth.

You’re the voice in my head, you’re my new best friend.
You save me from regret no one else even understands.

So I’m running for miles, I do my workout each night,
hungry in bed, hungry when I rise. Weiterlesen