Fight the hunger, Push it back –
I’m not hungry. I’m not hungry.
I’m so fat
They pick on me – I’ll prove them wrong, I’ll get thin.
I’m not hungry. I’m not hungry.
Must stay top Of every class – Make them proud, Make them pleased That I’m around.
I’m not hungry. I’m not hungry.
“Yes, I’m fine!”
Why do I snap? Why do I shout? Why do they ask If I’m ok?
I’m not hungry. I’m not hungry.
“Look, we’re worried…”
Like heck you are!
You just don’t want Competition When I’m thin And beautiful.
“Yes mum, I ate my lunch…” Fingers crossed behind my back.
“Can I have an apple? I’m darn starved!”
I’m not hungry. I’m not hungry. I’m not hungry…
Fight the hunger… Fight the hunger…
Fight the scales, Fight the mirror.
Tell me when I’m beautiful…
Wake me when I’m thin…
My eyes are heavy,
My head is foggy;
I’m not hungry. I’m not hungry.
Un poco de inspiración para calmar la tormenta dl fin de semana
Kisses bitches..