Here to be heard
We're too young...

My friends say it's chic
the fact that i don't eat...

Look me in the eyes
tell me all your lies...

I love our...
Late night phone calls...

I'm scared
that you might come back...

Pound by pound
i drop...

You ask me why i have scars on my arms
It's nothing i reply...

You hate me when I hate myself
you hurt me when i hurt myself...

You talk about it all the time
how you want to die...

I want to talk to you again
I want to laugh with you again...

Worthless
that's me...

I'm contemplating
I'm demonstrating...