You catch on.
I swear it's not by choice.
It gives me purpose.
I want to be okay.
This eyesore; it's me.
Ohh, ohh, ohh, me.
That I so reluc-tantly live in.
According to the scale.
I am heavy, but I feel frail.
I want to be okay.
This eyesore; it's me.
Ohh, ohh, ohh, ohhh.
Me.
Ohhh.
Ohhh.
Ohhh.
Ohhh.
Ohhh.
Ohhh.
Oh.
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