Loma Tahkolla
6 vuotta sitten
I can't laugh too hard, I'm on a diet.
I'm trying to lose myself,
You ought to try it.
Just starve for six days straight,
Oh, it's a riot.
Every Sunday night.
But every pound I shed
Speaks volumes of my lack of self control.
Self-fulfilling prophecy
You never fail to comfort me
in this town, filled with
violent mothers,
cheating fathers,
leaving lovers,
angry brothers,
starving daughters,
starving daughters,
worried lovers.
I swear to you,
I’ll never trust again.