Oh dear, how bad can this platter be?
I'm a fat man, trapped in a thin boy's mentality
And I don't have a metabolic anatomy
Anymore to eat all that I care to
The taking the piss then, would now seem like flattery,
I wish some angel would come down and batter me,
Heavily, heavily, that heaven would flatten me,
You know I'll weigh so much less when I'm there
Yes, I know, I've outsourced accountability
And every excuse I make falls right back on me,
And I am deserving of none of your sympathy,
But I got so stuck that I'm scared,
So numb it looks like I don't care
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