Friday, March 13, 2009

**BEAT IT**


AS SHE MODELS HER CLOTHES HER MOTHER STATES

YOU'RE PUTTING ON A LITTLE WEIGHT

WHEN SHE LOOKS IN THE MIRROR SHE CAN'T DEBATE

SO SHE DECIDES TO LIMIT WHAT SHE PUTS ON HER PLATE

SHE CUTS OUT CERTAIN FOODS AND RESTRICTS THE REST

ALL IN HER AMBITION TO BE THE BEST

IT DOESN'T TAKE LONG BEFORE SHE'S OBSESSED

AND IN HER MIND THE DISORDER INFESTS

SHE CURLS UP IN PAIN ON HER BED

AS HER BODY CRIES OUT TO BE FED

BUT SHE HAS TO OBEY THE VOICE IN HER HEAD

ALL OF THIS FAT YOU MUST SHED

SHE WHISPERS DESPERATELY

SAVE ME PLEASE

AS SHE FALLS ONCE AGAIN TO HER BRUISED KNEES

SHE'S FADING FAST AND NO ONE SEES

SHE DESPERATELY FIGHTS FOR JUST LITTLE CONTROL

SHE WANTS A PERFECT BODY AND A PERFECT SOUL

THE EFFECTS OF THIS DISEASE ARE TAKING A TOLL

AS LOWER AND LOWER SHE SETS HER GOAL

SEVEN YEARS LATER SHE'S STRUGGLING STILL

STILL NO DREAMS HAVE BEEN FULL FILLED

SHE'S TIRED OF THIS DISEASE

OF BEING ILL

TO FIGHT FOR LIFE

SHE'S LOST ALL WILL

HER WEIGHT DROPS TO A MERE SIXTY-FIVE POUNDS

BUT STILL SHE CAN'T SEE THE LOSS SO PROFOUND

IN THIS DISORDERS CHAINS SHE IS BOUND

THERE'S NO WAY OUT

SHE'S HIT THE GROUND

SHE GROWS WEAKER DAY BY DAY

HER HEART IS FAILING

SHE'S IN A STATE OF DECAY

WITH HER LAST BREATH SHE WHISPERS A PRAY

AS HER BODY DIES

AND SPIRIT FADES AWAY

I AM BEAUTIFUL NO MATTER WHAT THEY SAY,NO WORDS WON'T BRING ME DOWN

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