I know this girl named Ana,

And it's scary what she does.

She causes my thoughts to haunt me,

But then again, who needs lunch?

I know this girl named Ana,

And she tells me what I need.

"It'll be okay" she whispers, "just skip a meal, two or three".

"Do you see your stomach shrinking?"

Ana's voice creeps in my ear,

"Your bones are rising to the surface,

Are you becoming happy, dear?"

I know this girl named Ana,

And it's scary what she does. 

I hear her talking to me,

She's beginning to say too much.