One hundred and twenty six pounds I weigh.

Oh how tormenting to be such as me,

I feel as if my life is in the grey--

To be such as thee, one hundred and three...

One hundred and fifteen pounds I weigh now.

Tis not good enough, I say to myself.

And I know my morals have been plowed,

Though it is unstoppable, tis itself.

One hundred and ten pounds is what I weigh.

Constant, constant, constant--never ending.

I fear my discovery any day.

The times are blending, my life is blending.

Too late. My once innocent affliction,

Has become my relentless addiction.