I want to be a skinny teen
With thick and flowing hair
Crystal eyes, a great disguise
A beauty that is rare

So if my lungs may call for smoke
Or my stomach for a drink
My teeth so white, will hardly fight
To poison underneath

My bones will wrack with tremors
From the colored, candy pills
Mistaked to be, my laugh you see
Anything for ugly thrills

To feel the ice of tile
As I lay down on the floor
The ****** pounds, of thumping sounds
Is this what I'm searching for?