Worried about myself
My mirror never lies
The teasing brought me this
The hurt reddend my eyes.
My stomach is empty
My mouth taste awful
My teeth chip easily
This is right
I eat and eat
And then I feel fat
I walk in that bathroom
Let it out... all that
I hear the water
I begin to cry
I hold my breath
Hug my knees tight.
Pro-mia isnt bad
It's just right for me
Resurfacing the fat
that you can't see.
When you look at myself
The mirror never lies
I've been bulemic
Open your eyes.
Adia
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