I've seen this girl named Ana.
She's pretty, thin, and tall.
She has the smallest frame I've ever seen,
And not one single flaw.

I met this girl named Ana.
She introduced herself today.
She seems very nice and kind.
She says she wants to stay and that she's here for me.

I know this girl named Ana.
She's so perfect, the exact opposite of me.
I'm so fat compared to her.
But she says she'll make me skinny too.

I'm friends with this girl named Ana.
She told me to start eating less, so I did.
Now I hate the person I see in the miror.
My life is becoming a mess, but Ana says it's okay.

I'm best friends with this girl named Ana.
I want her to always stay.
Everybody else has already left,
But Ana will never stray.

The only one I listen to is this girl named Ana.
She's so smart and full of advice.
I'm starting to get smaller and Ana says it's good.
My well-being and health is the only sacrifice.

I'm terrified of this girl named Ana.
She won't get out of my head.
It finally occurred to me,
She only wants me dead.

I hate this girl named Ana.
She makes my life a living hell.
Can anyone hear my quiet screams?
Cause she won't let me tell.

My worst enemy is this girl named Ana.
She's a demon in my head.
She seemed so nice at first, trying to help me.
But I was so mislead.

I'm a prisoner to this girl named Ana.
I'm captive to her will.
I can't help but do what she says.
How can I be so fat, still?

My murderer is this girl named Ana.
She starved me to my grave.
My heart finally stopped beating.
I was just too exhausted to continue being brave.

What would your seven-year old self say if
She saw you refusing your favorite kind of ice cream?
Because that ice cream has way too many calories,
Right?
What would your seven-year old self think if
You looked at her everyday and told her, 'you're fat'
Because that's what you do when you look in the miror everyday,
Right?
What would your seven-year old self think of you when she found out
You count every single calorie you eat
Because if you eat too many calories, you might get fat,
Right?
What if your seven-year old self found out that
You cry yourself to sleep every night
Because you can't release your emotions any other way,
Right?
How would your seven-year old self feel
If you called her horrid names everyday when you looked at her
Because that's what you do to yourself,
Right?
What if your seven-year old self asked you
Could you call me the same terrible names you call yourself everyday?
But no, you couldn't, so why do you call yourself these things?

I am laying in bed
wishing you were out of my head

But I can't seem to clear the space
so lets find a change of pace

So for my trick tonight
Ill crawl into your head
see how you like it instead

I hope I haunt you in your dreams
Close your eyes
and think of me

My face, my lips, my smell
The way our castle fell

My laugh, my tears, my talk
The way my hips swing when I walk

I hope you see a fool in the miror
Anguish, desire, for what we were

I hope every thought you have is me
but better yet just set me free