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You hope it's not an addiction Like you say it's not unhealthy But the pounds are falling fast And the scars cover the aria The urges you get aren't normal You know that But you can't do anything about it Because no one will listen Or believe You know that the amount of hair that comes out in the shower isn't good You could run your hands through the silky box dyed hair and pull a chunk out You try not to You start to trust people too quick They always end up hurting you You grew up too fast Your childhood was unclean The thought of it makes you feel dirty The trama never leaves your head The way he made you touch him The family friend's friend An alien in the household No wonder you turned out this way The fear of duct tape still runs through your veins Too young to remember the way around the house But old enough to remember the tape that held you up The tape on your wrists And the tape on your ankles He said it was just a joke But the maze around the house said otherwise