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.
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