Slow Death

[Verse 1]
From my hair to my legs
Something inside me begs
Mirrors to reflect it
In a way, I get by
Pants made to fit real tight
Lessen looks I might get

[Intermittent vocal]
Used to it

[Verse 2]
There’s a mini delay
Between thoughts and what they say
Does this body fit in?
When the answer is no
That’s reason to say so
They choose carefully when

[Intermittent Vocal]
Marrying

[Chorus x3]
Death. Slow death

[Ending vocal x3]
Slow death