With a waist like a model she looked just like a queen
But she spoke truth to me, although a little mean
I saw her in the magazines and I knew she was my only hope
I dropped the knife and left behind my deadly rope
She had the best advice, pretty please dont eat
Soon enough the mirror will be your treat
Little did I eat, it went on for months
But still she didnt leave, I never lost enough
I starved myself until I could no more
Ana left me for dead on my very own floor