The Story of Ana
You called her fat
So she went home and stuck her finger down her throat
Exercising to make her perfect
Starving so you'll look at her with love
Cutting to relieve the hunger
Drinking to feel,
Smoking to fill her empty stomach
She's in the hospital now,
Because of you
You called her fat
So she's dying to make you happy
Living in pain to make you love her
Crying at what she did to herself
Sobbing that your still disappointed
Asking, begging, what did I do?
Are you happy now?
Well are you Daddy?
You called me fat when I was still growing, now I'm dying to be skinny for you, I'm sorry my heart stopped before I was small enough Daddy
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