I hate my body, mind, and soul
Disconnecting pieces of myself from me mentally
If i could only function in the way you wanted me
If i could only be what you wanted me to be
Or what i want to be
Breaking myself in and out of standards to try and be more appealing
Pushing myself down stairs into fights i'm always losing
Positivity is a ruse that's so f*cking ill fitting
You can see past it and know it's just sitting
On the edge of my nose just ready to fall
And i'm ready to fall, too