I went to therapy today
I made the same old complaints
I have no friends
I'm not pretty
I'm a bad person
I feel guilty when I eat
Hearing the word skinny
Always sounds like a compliment to me
And I don't wanna admit
To half of this shit
Cause based on my self diagnosis
I've already got too much
That makes me f*cked up
And I don't know what to focus on
Manic pixie is my middle name
I want everyone to say
You have so many friends
You're so pretty
You're a great person
I can't remember the last May
I was actually awake
To see the pink and purple
Flowers on the trees
And I don't wanna admit
To half of this shit
Cause based on my self diagnosis
I've already got too much
That makes me f*cked up
And I don't know what to focus on
And I'm scared that my parents
Will die in their sleep
I pull out my hair
I forget to eat
I'm scared my best friend
Will die in her sleep
I panic til I can't breathe
I'm scared that I
Will die in my sleep
But I want even my therapist
To think my fears and tears are quirky
I've got way too much
That makes me f*cked up
And I don't know how to focus
And I don't wanna admit
To half of this shit
Cause based on my self diagnosis
I've already got too much
That makes me f*cked up
And I don't know what to focus on
And I don't know how to focus
And I don't know what to focus on