Sedate it until you look at yourself
Longing for someone to help or know to,
But it’s too much
Too much to talk about, give it up, let it die
There are far more difficult things in life

And, for the form that serves to hold you inside
The mind that beats the body
If it wants to eat you alive
and you want it to weaken you,
slim you down
Fade you, take you away
Is it too much to talk of?
Too much

Unwell
It’s so easy to hide, with how high you hold yourself
No one will think to ask, a cure or a curse?
You want it, too
Too
Soon

Set in a way

Unwell
It’s so easy to hide, with how high you hold yourself
And no one seems to ask, a cure or a curse?
You want them to
To
Soon