Heroes Of Cheerleading

I don't want to seem dramatic, but I'll tell you the facts:
I couldn't love myself when I thought I was fat.
I didn't eat for weeks; It really wasn't that hard.
I found I liked me skinny and I loved me starved.
Now, I won't eat and I won't breathe if that'll get you loving me.
I'm not lying, I'm not cheating. I'm a hero of cheerleading.
I started smoking right when all my friends quit.
Liked it far too much to ever stop doing it.
Finally put them down, threw my lighters away.
Here's the punchline: I've started drinking during the day.
I'll "hang on" and "keep it up". None of you can make me stop.
I kinda like this kind of beating. I'm a hero of cheerleading.
And I feel bad for you. And I feel bad for me.
When I'm at the show, I'm screaming so loud-
I get a little drunk and I burn my voice out.
I never know which show will be my last
I find the things I love and I leave them in the past.
'Cause I've found one thing to be true. You leave things or they leave you.
Sounds too good, you're prob'ly dreaming. You're a hero of cheerleading!
Don't feel bad...