There is no medication to cure me I've been so patient I'm sorry you have to see me this way but the frustration is k**ing me in the morning more than the evening more in the morning because when I wake up it doesn't leave me. Its not a dream when I look in the mirror my enemy isn't staring at me though I'm stuck with his memory. I guess its just to say and stop trying to tell you ok there's something I have to tell you
I was a fat guy
I was a big fat guy
I was a fat guy
Its no wonder I stayed inside
This is nothing to kick dirt on if you're thin you get your flirt on when you're fat you make love with your shirt on I'm dying to hide yellow inside you can't hurt me I'm already beating myself up at two thirty. I can miss some lunch switch from Captain Crunch to Wheaties being at such high risk for diabetes. If the fantasy in my head could see the day I would jump around in front of my ex and say:
I was a fat guy
I was a big fat guy
I was a fat guy
And now I'm truly alive!
I was a fat guy
Why was I so ugly inside?
I was a fat guy
I'm so happy I could just die!
I just wanted to lose some weight you know and drop a couple of lbs and maybe drop a few pant sizes get the fat that's hanging around my heart and clean out my arteries. I remember I was watching Fight Club with my ex-girlfriend and the part came up where he had b**h-tits and she laughed and I had b**h-tits so that means she was really laughing at me. I was just tired of feeling like sh** you know I figured if I lost the weight I might not feel like sh** anymore but guess what I still feel like sh**. They say you are what you eat that means I went from sh** to a vegetable and the worst part about is I was happier when I was fat and on d**. I went from fantasizing about women to fantasizing about food I can't eat anymore.