Even the nights that could get better
And even the days aren’t all that bad
And after a week of fighting
As more and more it seems the right thing..
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 nor 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 trancendence
Fighting to survive
More dead, but more alive..