And I don't know
This could break my stomach or my vagína
Nothing's real
Baby, let go completely
So here I go with all my weight watchers points I've been saving
So here I go with all my food weighing on me
Three months and I'm still not over
Pickled foods and smoking weed but kept the munchies for hours
But I know it's never really over
And I don't know
I could crash and burn but maybe
At the end of this road I might catch a glimpse of hope
So I won't worry about my scale, I want to get it right
No comparing, second guessing, no not this time ( I won't break it)
Three months and I'm still breathing
Been a long road since the food coma hit me
It's never really over, no
Wake up
Three months and I'm still eating here
Three months and I'm trying to be better yeah
Three months and I still am (on weight watchers)
