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Anorexia Nervosa
my best friend's named Ana
she's a nervous, skinny girl
sometimes she's so full of life
she'll dance and sing and twirl
and though her voice
is frail and small
her lilting mumbles
form a siren's call
and I can't seem to stop
my feet or my heart
from embracing her
as we fall
my best friend's got a game we play
when I need to leave
she begs me to stay
and now I never
seem to get away
to the world beyond my room
we sit in the dark
and trade secrets in bed
I say "let's live forever!"
but she'd rather be dead
she says, "wouldn't it be easier to die instead?"
and I can't get that out of my head
at times I'll completely
and fully give in
at times I'll show no more compliance
but always she stands
with a whip in her hands
and knows just how to break
my defiance
my best friend Ana
most times she's just sad
and has a temper that grows in her silence
she'll sit in the dark
while my arms she will mark
lines bloodied with her love of violence
it's a poisonous romance
a horrible friendship
but these things
they often occur
and my soul will be hers
while my body concurs
cause with her I feel secure
Ana's my friend
she'll be here forever
I'll love her to death
at my grave
and she loves me so
she'll never let go
and always in life
I'm her slave
she's a nervous, skinny girl
sometimes she's so full of life
she'll dance and sing and twirl
and though her voice
is frail and small
her lilting mumbles
form a siren's call
and I can't seem to stop
my feet or my heart
from embracing her
as we fall
my best friend's got a game we play
when I need to leave
she begs me to stay
and now I never
seem to get away
to the world beyond my room
we sit in the dark
and trade secrets in bed
I say "let's live forever!"
but she'd rather be dead
she says, "wouldn't it be easier to die instead?"
and I can't get that out of my head
at times I'll completely
and fully give in
at times I'll show no more compliance
but always she stands
with a whip in her hands
and knows just how to break
my defiance
my best friend Ana
most times she's just sad
and has a temper that grows in her silence
she'll sit in the dark
while my arms she will mark
lines bloodied with her love of violence
it's a poisonous romance
a horrible friendship
but these things
they often occur
and my soul will be hers
while my body concurs
cause with her I feel secure
Ana's my friend
she'll be here forever
I'll love her to death
at my grave
and she loves me so
she'll never let go
and always in life
I'm her slave
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