I'm starving and I'll never be thin enough

Regret is running me over like a truck

If I could only go back and change it all

I want to puke

How could I be so stupid?

Obsessive, desperate, annoying... "always on"

Those are my problems

Those are my self-identifying terms

Those are holding me back from becoming anything else

Racing toward a finish line I can't find

I sabotaged myself, knowing I couldn't let me be happy

I could punish myself by swearing loneliness forever

It wouldn't be the first time

Why?

The question I can never seem to answer