| "Ana's Song" --Silverchair |
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| Okay, so sometimes we just need a song to sing. It helps us to vent our frustrations and calm our nerves. So go ahead! Read the lyrics, pick the songs you like and burn yourself an Ana CD! Listen to it when you're feeling low and remember: Ana Loves You!! |
| Please die Ana For as long as you're here we're not You make the sound of laughter and sharpened nails seem softer and I need you now somehow and I need you now somehow Open fire on the needs designed On my knees for you Open fire on my knees desires What I need from you Imagine a pagent In my head the flesh seems thicker Sandpaper tears corrode the filth And I need you now somehow And I need you now somehow Open fire on the needs designed On my knees for you Open fire on my knees desires What I need from you And you're my obession I love you to the bones And Ana wrecks your life Like and Anorexia life Open fire on the needs designed On my knees for you Open fire on my knees desires What I need from you Open fire on the needs designed Open fire on my knees desires What I need from you |
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| "4 stones 7 pounds" --The Manic Street Preachers |
| I eat too much to die and not enough to stay alive I'm sitting in the middle and waiting Days since I last pissed Cheeks sunken and dispaired So gorgeous sunk to six stone Lose my only remaining home See my third rib appear A week later all my flesh disappears Stretching taut, cling-film on the bone I'm getting better Karen says I've reached my target weight Kate and Emma and Kristen know it's fake Problem is 'diet's not a big enough word I wanna be so skinny that I rot from view I want to walk in the snow and not leave a footprint I want to walk in the snow and not soil its purity Stomach collapsed at five Lift up my skirt my sex is gone Naked and lovely and 5 stones 2 May I bud and never flower My visions getting blurred but I can see my ribs and I feel fine My hands are trembling stalks and I can feel my breasts are sinking Mother tries to choke me with roast beef and sits savoring her sole Ryvitta That's the way you're built my father said But I can change, my cocoon shedding I want to walk in the snow and not leave a footprint I want to walk in the snow and not soil it's purity Kate and Kristin and Kit Kat All things I like to look at Too weak to fuss, too weak to die Choice is skeletal in everyones life I choose my choice, I starve to frenzy Hunger soon passes, sickness soon tires Legs bend, stockinged I am Twiggy and I don't mind the horror that surrounds me Self-worth scatters, self-esteems a bore I long since moved to a higher plateau This discipline's so rare so applaud Just look at the fat scum who pamper me so Yeah 4 stones 7, an epilogue of youth Such beautiful dignity in self-abuse I've finally come to understand life Through staring blankly at my navel |
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