My hands, they're stable
but they don't have anything to do anymore.

My lips, they're chapped
and they long to meet yours.

My hair they're curled.. naturally.
They've been stretched out from frustration.

My waist, its kinda fat
and it has marks that I've grown to love.

My toes, they're petite
and you would probably find them weird.

My mind, its fried.
I left it distracted for...