Once Upon A Time..
There was a little girl who was happy...
Until she grew up...
The mirror..
Something that scares people..
The person looking back at them is someone they don't want to see...
"Hey I just met you, and this is crazy! But your fat, so slit your wrist maybe?"
Words that will forever run through my head...
The mirror is the place where truth is,
Until it gets out of hand
Thinking oneself is fat when really all they are, are bones..
People live there life by the number at there feet,
Praying it's not over 100 or even higher then 90
To be skinnier is the goal that people would even die for
That's all they want is to be skinny until there bones show..
This becomes peoples life and making them self skinny...
It;s killing teens today..
There was a little girl who was happy...
Until she grew up...
The mirror..
Something that scares people..
The person looking back at them is someone they don't want to see...
"Hey I just met you, and this is crazy! But your fat, so slit your wrist maybe?"
Words that will forever run through my head...
The mirror is the place where truth is,
Until it gets out of hand
Thinking oneself is fat when really all they are, are bones..
People live there life by the number at there feet,
Praying it's not over 100 or even higher then 90
To be skinnier is the goal that people would even die for
That's all they want is to be skinny until there bones show..
This becomes peoples life and making them self skinny...
It;s killing teens today..
A pain so deep inside of me that no one will ever see,
I take the pain and lock it up and throw away the key..
Because if I take this pain out of the bottle for you to see,
You would not know the one you know because I’m not even me..
The one I was months ago disappeared the night you left..
My sailing soul was caught ablaze and sunk into the depths..
I smile on the outside but within my hearts in rage..
A beautiful vase filled with poison,
my sadness turns to hate..
The hate that I have,
I hold the closest to my soul..
It is the only thing I have left of you,
it is hate that makes me Joel...
I take the pain and lock it up and throw away the key..
Because if I take this pain out of the bottle for you to see,
You would not know the one you know because I’m not even me..
The one I was months ago disappeared the night you left..
My sailing soul was caught ablaze and sunk into the depths..
I smile on the outside but within my hearts in rage..
A beautiful vase filled with poison,
my sadness turns to hate..
The hate that I have,
I hold the closest to my soul..
It is the only thing I have left of you,
it is hate that makes me Joel...
