No Really...Cut It Out

The more I think about my life
The more depressed I get
I can feel the tension building
The anxiety makes me sweat
Others turn to the bottle
I turn to the plate
Eating my emotions
But I'll lie and say I'm great
I joke about a heart attack
But I think that I'll get another snack
Cut It Out
Cut It Out
Cut It Out
This has got to stop
Cut It Out
Cut It Out
Cut It Out
This has got to stop
Cut It Out
Cut It Out
Cut It Out
This has got to stop
Cut It Out
Cut It Out
Cut It Out
This has got to stop