Feel the high on the high podium Better than ***** Better than love Better than some presence above Better than any second of bliss Remember, this life is hit or miss
A single tear of joy Fears destroy Simple Winner Captain Stars and Gold Medals; Perfection within her Once it's won The long run has begun
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Too Thin Mortal Sin
Gasping for air Unfair
Forced and Fed Only water she plead
No moving in a single room Worse than the tomb Worse than pain Worse than being insane Champion Status locked; forced to reminisce Remember, this life is hit or miss
A single tear So much fear The Olympics play on television Athletes with such precision She'll never go Her perfection will never show
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*State cuts made with cuts down her ribs Times dropped with her weight But five circles never appeared on her back Oh, because she starved herself