Anorexia

It makes me tremble to think what comes next
deprivation at its best

shaky fingers tear me apart
one weak stomach, nihilist hunger dart

malnutrition takes ahold
exercise everyday- i have not told

a dream to be perfect for you
perfect everything, I want that too

anorexia, we meet again
i always knew you were my friend

i want to fall between the horizon
be seen no where but in your eyes- and

its too late to give up, I've made my mind set
ill always remember the day we met

flashbacks run through my head
and at the same moment, i know I'm dead

i should have listened to the things you see
the only thing you thought was perfect- was me

Copyright (C) Rita Bintz 2005