Look Ma, I can write again

Similarities are killers
I can't decide if I love or hate
That our minds were (are) so similar
I guess it's a zodiac thing
Always thinking in extremes, those scorpios
I'm back at the same weight I was when we were together
Pretty proud of myself
I can't tell if I'm still empty from you leaving me
Or empty from the food I haven't eaten
Should I not be proud?
You probably think I'm crazy
Let's be real, you always have
I feel the same
F**k
There's another one
Similarities
In everything.
I hate it
But you probably do too