i quicken my pace, my heartbeat pounding -
i thicken every day, my girth unresounding.

the doors they kick in have nothing left remaining -
they're sickened by all of this relentless gaining.

they're parasitic, choke hold tight on my soul.
my only critics, screaming impossible goals.
analytic, on the fire of hate they only toss coal.
their touch is paralytic; their words seem so whole.

i pick from the choices day after day,
i want to be sicker, i want to be grayed -
and i only grow thicker in each every way.
anemic, and depressed - it's a price i must pay.

perfect is a world away and still i try,
strict doesn't work, and that's what i live by.
don't let them predict - keep their hopes high -
'cause true addicts don't stop 'til they die.