Oh my soul, be thou quiet
This is not 'another diet'
Just a program of exchange
Though some things do seem strange
Raw vegetables and 'brock-o-lee'
Does not sound too good to me
Lots of tofu and bean sprouts
While my empty stomach shouts
The meaning here is quite plain;
This program is designed for pain
Someone with anorexia planned
A program that tastes like sand
My hands are sweating, my soul is dreading
I must keep this thing from spreading
My only hope, the paper shredder
It finally made this diet better
You say you're afraid of being alone.
You can't do a thing on your own.
You don't
It's strange the things you remember
And the things you seem to forget.
It's a ja
If you awake to one more dreary day,
an empty heart with empty hours to kill,
rem
This passionate morning
I wake up with
Your feminine body
With your seduc
The time will come
when, with elation,
you will greet yourself arriving
a
Fumbling, stumbling,
around in the dark.
Fighting, igniting,
flames from
Enough Hurting Those Who Love You
Wondering why you have so much hate
Before you see it will be too late
Trying to
You told me not to fart mom,
so I didn't eat the beans.
You told me it would smel
We have been friends for not so long
We've learned to trust and shared a song
We
Hope Is The Thing With Feathers
"Hope" is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune
