-they all say im so much better
-my skeleton is now a frame
-but I would chose death over life if it meant vanity any day
-dont tell me that im sick as if I had no idea
-I began to realize over the sink with my eyes full of tears
-light as a feather and free as a bird
-how I long for my emptiness to fill me up again
-that comfortable want and my denial
-when my body cries out
-I shake my head and smile
-my plague clings to me and makes me light
-my complection though pale it matters not at night
-this shallow life I lead in shadows under the mirror
-behind closed doors and and on the floor
-it cant go on forever
-one day my vanity will catch a glance at me bellow the mirror
-to steal me away and until that day i doubt ill see things clearer
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