You've lost weight, I hear them say
But I feel heavier than lead inside
It is confusing, sure I gotta weigh

We're fed up is their one complaint
I will let this quietly grow inside
They will never get to see the pain

You've gotta move on with the clock
Even with the dead batteries inside
What they mean is learn zombie walk

I think my friends are really great
They do worry about me, deep inside
Pretense at times is your best mate