Dying for perfection

She's starving for perfection
she's aiming for the gold
her world's slowly dying
and her body's laying low
how manys days it been now?
seven...eight...nine...ten?
and all she can see is her stomach caving in
she's starving for perfection
she's aiming for the gold
she feels herself grow weaker
and her mind growing cold
she watches as her grades drop
she knows her body's sold
She's starving for perfection
she's aiming for the gold
she's looking sick and dreaming
of story no one's told
she stares at the window
at the strangers walking by
and she wishes she could be them
for just one day in life
she's starving for perfection
she's aiming for the gold
and life's not really worth it
when your sole's already sold
So who do you owe allegence to?
for whom would you die?
if life's not important...there's no point to try
she's dying for perfection
she hasnt slept in days
she cant remember the last time
shes eaten anyway.
her body is a mask
her soul is two years gone
her tears mean nothing anymore
and soon...
the curtains will be drawn.