This thing is gonna kill me. I need to try and get something for the pain. 123 pounds and its all just repeating. Im trying to grasp the song played on your piano. It Kills me to see you, you werent always attractive. But after over a year im done trying to stop you. No ones gonna fix this no one can. No one will listen, Two ways to tell a story but adds up to one single word. Two different voices coming out of your mouthe. I had a dream Or it was more like a nightmare. 123 pounds and its all just repeating.