Frustrated with me, the way that I am.
No one can help me; I can’t get out of this jam.
Stupid genetics plays a role, but my mouth was the star.
I let my cravings take over and we went way too far.
So now, the piper is wanting his pay,
And I can’t find his money and just want to run away.
Greed, gluttony, I’m guilty of them both.
I’ve paid with the loss of my figure and health.
Trying to regain what I lost is a fight.
My body hangs onto each little fat cell with all of its might.
You’d think we were headed into the dark ages
The way my body acts, hanging onto each bite.
My food intake down and my exercise up.
And what does the scale show?
I’ve gained weight, not lost.
So frustrated now, I don’t know who is boss.
I know it isn’t me. It must be my butt,
Cause that’s where the fat lives,
Yelling, feed me more and more stuff.