Disorder 4: Empty

Inside, a hunger grows
Just closer to the prize
The pangs, no longer a surprise

So dizzy cold and frail but
It means I'm doing well
I am lying
I'm lying to you

I'm doing well
My mind will tell
My body begs me to end this hell
To be thin
Fill this void within
This sense of control is sin

Skinny, is all that I want to be
It's become my one, true voice
This is not a choice
It's an illusion of control that's screaming out
"You're worth more hungry", loud

Pretty, skinny, small
I'm supposed to stand tall
Can I be that strong
Trying to hold on

I swear on Ana's words
On the reflection I see
I'll fight until I'm free
From her binding tyranny

She has this voice that calls out my name
It pulls at me each day
And it tries to drive me insane

Hear me now
Ana listen
Because I won't listen to you
No not any, anymore
I have won this war

Skinny, all I wanted to be
It became my one, true voice
This is not a choice
I had to fight and had to beat her and
I won this war and she is out



Credits
Writer(s): Carlos Morales Pereira
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