Silly girl she says as she spies her waist in the mirror
Why oh why silly girl did you eat last nights dinner
Why do you try to become what your not
You're ugly, selfish, and flawed to the core
Why do you try, when you are nothing more
So she stares at the mirror, at the person she sees
Skip dinner tonight and I'll be alright she says through clenched teeth
So she lies to her parents and says she feels ill
They don't suspect of course because they lack the ability to feel
But she feels the pain
The emptiness bubbling in her stomach
Skinny is pretty
Fat is bad
Skinny is my goal
Fat is me now
She chants to herself
Tomorrow isn't much better she skips breakfast and lunch
She stares at her stomach and still feels plump
She doesn't know that she's killing what health she has left
By starving and weighing and shedding the pounds
Skinny is pretty
Fat is bad
Skinny is my goal
Fat is me now
She repeats the starving and becomes even more obsessed with her size
Taking a bite of her super and then going to bed
As she looks towards the mirror and hates what she sees
What she sees is far more different than the reality
In reality she's dying
Weighing less each day
Growing more and more fragile
And more and more frayed
What's left is a girl if you'd call her that
Skin and Bones is her figure and Skin and Bones is all she has left
