Lips pressed to a smoke, fingertips in your throat.
Stumbling down the hall, daddy can't break your fall.
High heels and a dress, greasy hair, your a mess. Dirty dance in the sheets, trading heels for bare feet.
Theres a crack in the mirror, a serpant in your soul. Physically fine but mentally taking a toll.
Falling down again, pressed to hospital beds. Fingertips in your thoat, lips pressed to a smoke.
Trading smiles for frowns, silk is now hospital gowns.
Anorexia of a pure heart, once an angel, now torn apart.
I hope you find yourself again, until then, my friend.