All I used to love and want
Was dolls and toys and crayons...

Your words,
Which do you choose to speak...

I listen to what I used to be apart of.
I'm not apart of it anymore...

Each day you go one thinking that
Your hunger makes you win...

To thin to even stand
Food to you is wrong...

I remember not knowing anything
could I go back to something like that...

I'm crying because Im not suffering
Yet I do not know what's wrong...

Broken down
from the mirror...

All the years of solitude
Begins to take its toll...

Took my tiny little hands
and picked the soft sand off the ground...