Sweets Have No Meaning

I'm just a painter,
I do my crappy art,
but I see what's in your eyes,
and i know what's in your heart.

how do believe in something,
if you don't believe in yourself?

so throw your beach ball,
sing your favourite song,
eat your chicken wings,
walk on the sand,
play a fool,

and grow up.

dreams are meant to be fufilled,
if you don't believe in your dreams,
isn't that like,
playing with air?
a waste of energy?

i'm clever.
i have a normal body.
and this is what i'll do.
i'm going to study.
and the next time you hear of me,
you're not going to laugh at me,
you're not going to call me names,
you're going to say
"hey i should have been like her. now i'm a fatty with 10 kids."