Little by little
Little by little, she starts to fade.
Little by little, she goes away.
Little by little, she loses her mind.
Little by little, shes hates her own kind.
Piece by piece, shes filled with grief.
Piece by piece, she pulls and she grabs.
Piece by piece, shes just one big mass.
Piece by piece, she hates all she has.
Pain for pleasure, shes as thin as bones.
Pain for pleasure, she wont eat anymore.
Pain for pleasure, her body she must carve.
Pain for pleasure, the only way is to starve.
All in all, she loses herself.
All in all, she hates herself.
All in all, she'll never be perfect.
All in all, her life wasn't worth it.
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