Hypochondriac
Elita
Frenquently repeating avoiding eating
Nervously greeting and constantly weeping
Obsessively seeking the attention I'm needing
Endlessly sleeping to escape the feeling
I'm scared my life will pass me by
With out a chance to say goodbye
The voices in my head
Told me I was dying
I told them to fuck off
And stop lying
My therapist told me
I'm not trying
I told him to fuck off
And started crying
I'm scared my life will pass me by
Without a chance to say goodbye
How do you want to die?
The voices in my head
Told me I was dying
I told them to fuck off
And stop lying
My therapist told me
I'm not trying
I told him to fuck off
And started crying
