Sedate it until you look at yourself Longing for someone to help or know to, But it’s too much Too much to talk about, give it up, let it die There are far more difficult things in life And, for the form that serves to hold you inside The mind that beats the body If it wants to eat you alive and you want it to weaken you, slim you down Fade you, take you away Is it too much to talk of? Too much Unwell It’s so easy to hide, with how high you hold yourself No one will think to ask, a cure or a curse? You want it, too Too Soon Set in a way Unwell It’s so easy to hide, with how high you hold yourself And no one seems to ask, a cure or a curse? You want them to To Soon