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Noelle (grunge_chic308) wrote,
@ 2003-08-18 16:15:00
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    Thanks to my dear sister... She's got me all obsessed and stuff...
    I eat too much to die
    And not enough to stay alive
    I'm sitting in the middle waiting

    Days since I last pissed
    Cheeks sunken and despaired
    So gorgeous sunk to six stone
    Lose my only remaining home

    See my third rib appear
    A week later all my flesh disappears
    Stretching taut, cling - film on bone
    I'm getting better

    Karen says I've reached my target weight
    Kate and Emma and Kristin know it's fake
    Problem is diet's not a big enough word
    I wanna be so skinny that I rot from view

    I want to walk in the snow
    And not leave a footprint
    I want to walk in the snow
    And not soil its purity

    Stomach collapsed at five
    Lift up my skirt my sex is gone
    Naked and lovely and 5st. 2
    May I bud and never flower

    My vision's getting blurred
    But I can see my ribs and I feel fine
    My hands are trembling stalks
    And I can feel my breasts are sinking

    Mother trys to choke me with roast beef
    And sits savouring her sole Ryvitta
    That's the way you're built my father said
    But I can change, my cocoon shedding

    I want to walk in the snow
    And not leave a footprint
    I want to walk in the snow
    And not soil its purity

    Kate and Kristin and Kit Kat
    All things I like looking at
    Too weak to fuss, too weak to die
    Choice is skeletal in everybody's life

    I choose my choice, I starve to frenzy
    Hunger soon passes and sickness soon tires
    Legs bend, stockinged I am Twiggy
    And I don't mind the horror that surrounds me

    Self - worth scatters, self - esteem's a bore
    I long since moved to a higher plateau
    This discipline's so rare so please applaud
    Just look at the fat scum who pamper me so

    Yeh 4st. 7, an epilogue of youth
    Such beautiful dignity in self - abuse
    I've finally come to understand life
    Through staring blankly at my navel

    Quite a lovely song, don't you say? Kinda fucked up, but obviously I can't say much about fucked up stuff. Right??

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