| Letra | | 4ST. 7LB.(Manic Street Preachers)I´ve eat too much to diebut not enought to stay aliveI´m sitting in the middle waitingDays since I last pissedcheeks sunken and despairedso gorgeous sunk to six stonelose my only remaining homesee my third rib appeara week later all my flesh disappearstretching taut, cling-film on boneI'm getting betterKaren says I've reached my target weightKate and Emma and Kristen know it's fakeproblem is diet's not a big enough wordI wann abe son skinny that I rot from viewI want to walk in the snowand not leave a footprintI want to walk in the snowand not soil it's puritystomach collapsed at fivelift up my skirt my sex is gonenaked and lovely and 5st. 2my I bud and never flowermy vision's getting blurredbut I can see my ribs and I feel finemy hands are trembling stalksand I can feel my breasts are sinkingmother trys to choke me with roast beefand sits savouring her sole ryvittathat's the way you're builtmy father saidbut I can change, my cocoon sheddingI want to walk in the snowand not leave a footprintI want to walk in the snowand not spoil it's purityKate and Kristin and Kit Katall things I like looking attoo weak to fuss, to weak to diechoice is is skeletal in everybody's lifeI choose, my choice, I starve to frenzyhunger soon passes and sickness soon tireslegs bend, stockinged I am twiggyand I don't mind the horror that surrounds meself-worth scatters, self-esteem's a boreI long since moved to a higher plateauthis discipline's so rare so please applaudjust look at the fat scum who pamper me soyeh 4st. 7, an epilogue of youthsuch beautiful dignity in self-abuseI've finally come to understand liffethrough staring blankly at my navel. |
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