When I'm skinny
They'll all see
They'll see the way
I want to be
To walk on water
to float on air
My bones will show
Oh how they'll stare
The grace, the lithe
of slender form
though layers of cloth
won't keep me warm
The sun will blaze
my skin will freeze
My bones will crack
and weaken my knees
My hair will dull
my eyes grow dim
Beauty is pain
the price of slim
Though darkness looms
Over my head
I cannot rest
Can't sleep in my bed
The pain it rises
takes over me
all for a vain
want to be skinny
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