This may just look like mincemeat
And it was once very much alive...

She raised her arm and looked confused
Something was surely not right...

At lunchtime every single day
While other kids went out to play...

Each day we turn towards the sky
Innocent voice sweet toned and high...

Cold and lonely in the rain
Tattered girl, sits in the cold...

I’m gritting my teeth and I’m...
And the cravings are ripping out my insides...

She is a silent witness
The lone star of her dreams...

She chokes with every breath drawn in,
The acrid acid smell of death...

The first lie was about sleeping
I said I was an insomniac...

I’m going to change my life today
I know it will work out fine...

I think I want to die
Because I feel it everyday...

Tonight I feel like vomiting
But not from too much drink...