Hey 

I might be sad and overweight 

Or at least I think I am

I'll say it as a statement 

So my man won't get confused 

I'm 144 pounds, but hell, self-deprication adds a few tons

So i'll sit here and write this poetry I know you'll read 

And I wont cut the string on my shirt 

Because my momma didn't tell me to 

And i'll sit in my bathroom 

In front of the mirror 

And i'll cry 

But I won't tell you 

Because i'm too weak to admit it 

There's a girl crying somewhere 

About the same things as me 

And theres a boy crying somewhere 

About a girl he lost to herself

About a girl he lost to the twisted words of death