A Girl

There's a girl that is all alone,
She sits on her bed and stares at the phone,
He said that he would call,
But he hasn't called at all

She has grown so thin,
She's in a battle she can not win,
She'll be nothing if she loses more,
She's 17 and less than a four

Her legs are tiny, her arms are frail,
Her waist is skinny as a rail,
It's all over an immature boy,
That used her heart as a toy

Maybe a little prettier,
Maybe a little skinnier,
Maybe she'll be good enough,
She can't handle all this stuff

She continues to starve for a tiny waist
No one knows the pain she faced,
When he broke up with her,
It hard to believe what they once were