And so she's sitting in her bed
With her chin on her knees
Closing her eyes, going through her head
Trying to deny this damn disease
Her whole body full of straight little lines
Which she's doing everything to hide
And the reasons are loads of different kinds
It's just her thoughts shape on the outside
Happy is the first impression
She's become a pro to lie
She can't get rid of this obsession
Can't remember how it started, she can't remember why
She can't be her own protection
She can't beat herself alone
It's like a brain-infection
She can't survive it on her own
Her body is shivering and her mind's full of dread
She can't stop feeling so damn small
All the times her body coloured red
All those thoughts lead to her fall.
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