I live on a diet of guilt and regret
Marinated in a sauce of I just can’t forget

Covered in heartache and smothered in shame
Sprinkled with lies and a whole lot of blame

I wash it all down with plenty of tears
That haven’t run dry after all of these years

I fix every meal and prepare it myself
Knowing damn well that it’s bad for my health

I’m hoping one day I’ll have eaten my last
And choke on vomit I call a past.