You call it insanity
It’s her only sense of control

Stomachs grow smaller
As egos explode

Pleasure is now looked at as a simple number
That decides it all

Weakened by the strength itself
Bone becomes frail

Skin shivers
Can’t fight off the cold

Watch her hide the pain
Behind the smile that she so painfully holds

And she’ll keep working
Past her breaking point

But this control lead to pride
A power too great to avoid

Addicted to the way dropping numbers
Leave empty smiles on her face

And as a shrinking stomach
Produces a thinner waist

The only messages she gets out of the world
Is look like this, be beautiful

She’ll leave her so self so screwed up
So destroyed, too thin to live

All just to become somebody she’s not
To be accepted in your eyes

All because she couldn’t be told
She was perfect just the way she was