"Starry Eyes"
I got the part in the play
And now I'll be a star
It seems like all of my hard work
Has paid off so far
So what if rehearsals make me hungry
I can push through pain
Sacrifice is always crucial
When you want to stay sane
I can fit into my swimsuit
That I had when I was seven
Even though my eyes sink into my skull
I feel like I'm in heaven
All I've had for food today
Was an apple and a pear
But fear not, I'll purge those later
After I do my hair
It's our opening night
I cannot wait to show off my bones
Willpower! Starvation! Beauty! Patience!
Who cares if you're alone
The play begins and I watch
From behind the lighting set
My cue's coming up and I can't wait
My palms are covered in sweat
Here I go, I step onstage
And sing my glory song
It comes out nice and I sound fine
But something inside feels all wrong.
I'm getting tired too quickly
I see the red spots dance before my eyes
If I can just make it through my scene
I'll have had my prize
But as I finish up the chorus
My body starts to shake
The crowd gasps as I collapse
I'm just barely awake.
I won't get my golden moment
I cry with weakened rage
Now the crowd won't get their show
because the lead girl is dying on the stage.
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