My Therapist Said She Didnt Like How My Face Looked Cuz of My Eating Disorder

Only shop in women's pants
Do my little dancy dance
Yeah I just need attention
Grab my phone and check for mentions
I feel like wastin' my time
I let 'em strangle my line
Bitch I need quarters not dimes
They makin' this shit a crime
Hold up
Deleted all our texts
Just to make room for porn
I'm actin' like it's just sex
Cuz I'm just tryina adorn
Every conversation
Swear it's my vocation
Tellin' me I'm the worst
So I'm three for three it's a curse

Won't fix my fuckin' mirror
Best to just avoid the issue
Yeah I act like I can't hear her
I'm too busy grabbin' tissues
I hate my own reflection
That bitch always keep me guessin'
Moved from anxious to depression
But that's hardly a confession
What
What the fuck are you saying
I can't hear a fucking word

Runnin' runnin' runnin'
Bitch as fast as I can
Fuck yeah I'm confused
And no I don't understand
Gotta figure out my own views
And learn to be a man

How the hell you think like that
Bitch I don't know anything else
Vow to kill a twink no cap
Snitchin' just won't do you well
Switchblade in my fist while I'm sleepin'
Catch you bleedin' as a greetin'
That's the twist
No I don't miss
I'm staying blitzed



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Writer(s): Matthew Spoleti
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