I have a nasty secret,
I can't tell you what I do...

I want to be so thin that the slightest breeze...
I want to be so thin that I am so unnoticeable...

These little cut-out dolls are paper thin
holding hands and smiling with saccharine grins...

This is my story, sad as it may be
It's something that I feel would benefit me...

God, I'm such a loser
An embarrassment to life...

Tired days and sleepless nights
Getting in to endless fights...

Don't cry, cut
Don't weep, bleed...