I eat my pain and wear my shame for everyone to see.
All the sad and all the mad are so tasty to me
I salt my pain and season my hate
'cause a little spice makes it great.
When I feel pain it's in my tummy
and I cover it with food, cuz food is yummy
Food makes me feel good?
but doesn't work like it should
The sweets, the chips, and all that I take
is only food which becomes weight
which becomes shame
and that makes pain
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