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Losing For Him

Gurgle, gurgle Scrape, scrape This is the test that I must take All the lies And hiding good Keeps me skinny Sets the mood One day I'll be perfect in his eys If I just drop one more size At dinner time, They set my place But all I do is rearrange Mix the carrots with the peas Aren't you clean dear Mercedes? I clean my plate, Then puke it up Brush my teeth, Say I'm stuffed. Tearing models off the wall, Soon I'll be skinnier than them all.. I count my ribs, one more pair to go Soon I'll be the only girl he knows. I do this for the boy I love But he's with that stupid ****. She's so fat! I'm 94 pounds Maybe in tomorrow's round. He's coming over! I can't breath! Did my heart so suddenly leave? Blackness closes all around, Every bone connects with ground. DEATH.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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