Dear Bulimia,
-You don't know how sick you make me,
You make me fucking sick to my stomach
Everytime I think of you I puke.
-You must just not know,
You may not think you do
But you do, everytime I think of you I puke.
-You don't know how sick you make me,
You make me fucking sick to my stomach
Everytime I think of you I puke.
-You must just not know,
You may not think you do
But you do everytime I think of you I puke.
I was gonna take the time to sit down and write you a little letter
But I thought a song would probably be a little better instead of a letter
That you'd probably just shred up, yeah, I stumbled on your picture yesterday and it made me stop and think of how much of a waste
It would be for me to put some ink to a stupid piece of paper
I'd rather let you see how much I fucking hate you in a freestyle.
If you only knew how much I hated you
For every motherfucking thing you ever put me through.