She's the girl who died last week,
Now everybody knows her name...

I started keeping lists
Of what I'd eaten, what I'd drunk...

Written without thought, to break my writer's...
I don't quite understand it myself, it is simply...

If I told you I were to die tonight,
Would you stay here with me...

Cold fingers press on a distorted wrist
She feels her life struggle past...

Time measured in calories
Days remembered by meals...

I'm sick
Of sacrificing myself...

And now I'm standing thigh deep in bloody waters
The colours creeping up my hips...

A tangle of hair,
A sunken smile...

Their eyes crawl over her skin
Stroking each protruding bone...

She staggers through the door
(In her head she's floating...

"Don't you dare stop."
Says the voice in her head...