How many times must I tell you this
How many times will you not see this
You’re not eating enough
You’re not drinking enough
Do you think it’s equivalent to not being enough?
And sometimes I feel like you’re enjoying it.
And sometimes I feel like you’re destroying it.
You’re still not caring
All you do is comparing
But you’re not that broken to need repairing.
Why can’t you just taste it
Why must you just hate it
