The mind of an anorexic.

I guess the title says it all.

You know, on a cemetery
There's this isolated place,
Where all the people who loved hate,
Lie there with their sorrow
And scare with just their names,
The love for them out of their living friends.

I've been there today,
And I looked for a nice place to stay,
When Ana will finaly have her way.
I guess I'll have to tell you now,
About this Ana girl I grow, who hates me with all her soul.

She lives only in my mind
And won't let me live my life.
She sticks my fingers down my throat,
And yells at me that I'm fat.
Now, I don't want to think she's right,
But the mirror makes me cry,
And when I weigh myself,
The numbers go very high.

I am waiting for the day,
When the pain and hate will go away.
All I wanted you to know,
Is that I love you from the bottom of my soul,
And please, remember all this words,
When you'll see my name,
On that isolated place, where those people loved hate.