The figure in the mirror is hideous today
Two weeks ago it wasn’t, that state will never stay
Your body doesn’t like you, you feed it either way
You wish it wasn’t showing, you wish you were okay

If you at least were healthy, no cough, no STIs
Then picturing a future might not just feel like lies
And if you weren’t used to those constant hard good-byes
Then maybe it would scare you that everybody dies