Ana is my friend,
when she whisper I'm thin.

She clings onto me, she's everywhere I go
I've tried to escape, but she won't let me go.

I smile when I see my bones.
And I cry when I see my soul

And my spine hits the back of my chair when I sit
And I feel accomplished, at my stomachs empty pit

Ana says she cares
She says she'll help me, she says she help me see
Help me see that I don't need food
So I can be content with myself ****

But when I don't listen to her she gets mad
She tells me I'm fat and sends chills of hatred down my back

She's my demon, and she wont stop possessing me, until I die, nothing left but skin and bones.