Stop trying to scab food,
You're not going to get it...

I can have a manicure or chew my nails,
leave myself dirty or obsessively clean...

I know I’ll have to face it again,
Because you don’t like to go...

I cannot do this anymore,
I cannot hide what matters...

Tomorrow is July the 8th
It is almost here again...

A little girl sits upon a cloud,
Watching the future TV...

I don’t care if you don’t like my...
I don’t care if you hate what you see...

This monster got hold of me,
Just two years ago...

I practise night and day,
No worries, no condition...

I’m obsessive, neurotic and fanatical.
This is who I have grown to be...

I know my jokes are not funny,
I can see that they are lame...

Looking in the mirror,
I see what I have become...