Frostbite in Summer
She hates herself,
nothing more could be clearer
Loving the sight of
the corpse in the mirror
The voice in her head
leaves her only skin and bone
She can count all her ribs but in the end
she is alone
Her clothes are falling off and
her head is spinning
Funny how she believes
that she's winning
To the number on the scale she soon
becomes a slave
Can't even see that she's
standing in her grave
She knows that she's sick but
still has no fears
"At least I'll be skinny"
is all that she hears
As the pounds keep dropping
her smile grows
But she'll be dead
by the time it first snows
Buried in the ice
where no one can see
The skeletal remnants
of who she used to be
Funny how no one noticed
for then they would know
That the girl in the coffin
died a long time ago.
nothing more could be clearer
Loving the sight of
the corpse in the mirror
The voice in her head
leaves her only skin and bone
She can count all her ribs but in the end
she is alone
Her clothes are falling off and
her head is spinning
Funny how she believes
that she's winning
To the number on the scale she soon
becomes a slave
Can't even see that she's
standing in her grave
She knows that she's sick but
still has no fears
"At least I'll be skinny"
is all that she hears
As the pounds keep dropping
her smile grows
But she'll be dead
by the time it first snows
Buried in the ice
where no one can see
The skeletal remnants
of who she used to be
Funny how no one noticed
for then they would know
That the girl in the coffin
died a long time ago.