Pica

Self loathing

Glass half full or
Glass half empty
Doesn't matter I'm still thirsty

Plate half eaten
Plate half touched
I'm not hungry anymore

Take everything
Still want more
Take everything
Still want more
Doesn't matter anymore

Suffer thru what I surmise
If I tell enough lies
Maybe then you'll realize
You mean nothing to me
You mean nothing to me
You mean nothing to me
You mean nothing anymore