You used to think that everything was the product of your decisions. Used to think that you had control. But now those days seem like a fever dream. Turned over, inside-out, on your head;
Well I was showing you the progress I made in the gym, but you seem interested in something else, slut. I can shape you with a routine that includes just "that". Not to mention, the inability to walk, downing the thickest milkshake and long, sleepless,