Why do i keep falling into these traps?

by Megann   Feb 4, 2005


Food in my mouth
Go South

Stomachs full
Stomachs empty

Feeling sick
Want another pick

Help me out
It's calling me

My legs pull
My heart pushes

I'm full
No you're not

Someone tell me to stop
Stop before it eats me

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