The Ghost
Ich...

Rettet Mich

Die Stimme

Ohen Kräfte

Fressen

In meinem Himmel

Schwarze Welt

Nie wieder

Rotes Blut

Der Name den Du trägst

Songtexte von meinen LieblingsLieder

Fliegener Tod

Gedichte Über Esstörungen

Lets Go

Meine Gedichte

Leere

Der Spiegel

Brokensoul

Das Verlorene Lächeln

Unsichtbar

Blutiges Ich

Mama sein

Gedanken

Silverchair - Ana's Song

Bitte stirb, Ana
So lange du hier bist, sind wir nicht
Du machst den Klang von Gelächter
Und geschärfte Nägel erscheinen sanfter

Und ich brauche dich irgendwie
Und ich brauche dich irgendwie

Offenes Feuer, an den Bedürfnissen entworfen, auf meinen Knien für dich
Offenes Feuer, auf meinen Knien, Verlangen, was ich von dir brauche

Stell dir einen Festzug vor
In meinem Kopf scheint das Fleisch dicker zu sein
Sandpapiertränen zerfrssen den Film

Und ich brauche dich irgendwie
Und ich brauche dich irgendwie

Offenes Feuer, an den Bedürfnissen entworfen, auf meinen Knien für dich
Offenes Feuer, auf meinen Knien, Verlangen, was ich von dir brauche

Und du bist meine Zwangsvorstellung
Ich liebe dich bis zu den Knochen
Und Ana macht dein Leben kaputt
Wie ein Magersucht-Leben

Offenes Feuer, an den Bedürfnissen entworfen, auf meinen Knien für dich
Offenes Feuer, auf meinen Knien, Verlangen, was ich von dir brauche
Offenes Feuer, an den Bedürfnissen entworfen
Offenes Feuer, an den Bedürfnissen entworfen, auf meinen Knien für dich

Fakebestfriend - Anorexia

Mary-Kate
Kate Moss
Diet pills
Lip gloss

Star Jones
Trim Spa
You can see my bones
"Look Ma!"

Gym club
Big hug
Fat thighs
Coffee mug

Sunken face
Big disgrace
Tummy tuck
What the fuck?

Calories
Diaries
Underground societies

Hollywood refusing to eat
Can't stand up on your own two feet

Paper thin socialite
What should I skip tonight?

Oh my god, I'm fucking scene
Gastro bypass for me

Anorexia isn't the way to happiness
Anorexia isn't the way to go
Anorexia will cut your life much shorter
Anorexia is a mental disorder

Hip bones
Rib cage
Rehab
Teenage

Fasting
Stop trying
Not eating
Then dying

You're selfish
You're homeless
You're hungry
And hopeless

Stupid
Tired
Caffiene
Wired

Web cam journal
Web site circle
Forum secrets
Can you keep it?


Their

Therapy
Cut to bleed
Can't you see
What you did to me

Hair thin
Pathogen
Blamed it on
Fakebestfriend

Society made you fat
Girl, what's the deal with that

Anorexia isn't the way to happiness
Anorexia isn't the way to go
Anorexia will cut your life much shorter
Anorexia is a mental disorder

Gaining power
Every hour
One more pound
I know I can win

Losing battles
Boney rattles
Heart beats skipping
Tears are dripping

Does this hairspray make me look fat?

Mary-Kate
Kate Moss
Diet pills
Lip gloss

Me and Mia 

As I was walking through a life one morning
the sun was out, the air was warm, but
Oh, I was cold
And though I must have looked half a person,
to tell the tale, in my own version,
It was only then that I felt whole

Do you believe in something beautiful?
Then get up and be it

Fighting for the smallest goal: to get a little self-control
I know how hard you try. I see it in your eyes
But call your friends, 'cause we've forgotten what it's like to eat what's rotten
And what's eating you alive might help you to survive.
We went on as we were on a mission, latest in a Grand Tradition
And oh, what did we find?
It was Ego who was flying the banner, and me and Mia, Ann and Ana
Oh, we'd been unkind

But do you believe in something beautiful?
Then get up and be it

Fighting for the smallest goal: to get a little self-control
I see it in your eyes, I see it in your spine.
But call your friends,
'cause we've forgotten what it's like to eat what's rotten
And what's eating you alive, might help you to survive.

And even the nights, they could get better
And even the days ain't all that bad
And after a week of fighting, as more and more it seems the right thing

But do you believe in something beautiful?
Then get up and be it

Fighting for the smallest goal: to gain a little self-control
Won't anybody here just let you disappear?
Not doctors, nor your mom and dad, but me and Mia, Ann and Ana
Know how hard you try. Don't you see it in my eyes?
Sick to death of my dependence, fighting food to find transcendence
Fighting to survive, more dead but more alive
Cigarettes and speed for livin', and sleeping pills to feel forgiven
All that you contrive, and all that you're deprived
All the bourgeois social angels telling you you've got to change
Don't have any idea. They'll never see so clear.
But don't forget what it really means to hunger strike
when you don't really need to
Some are dying for a cause, but that don't make it yours.

And even the nights, they could get better.




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