Poemage
Bones of beauty, which I hold, skin so soft, fingers so cold.
Sunken cheeks, which I feel, crying quietly is my deal.
Starvation is the game; I'm the player, the fattest loses, and thin is the winner.
So come on out and play the game, show me our willpower, show me your frame.
So light and so skinny, when the wind blows, it takes you by your waist and travel thee goes.
So light and so thin when you walk upon snow, you won't see a footprint, you'll just see snow.
So when you ask to play the ana game, you must be a player, we must bond the same.
Let's hold hands and see who's the best; which blacks out first, will be the best, who fast for a day, shall win the game.
Whoever fasts for a week, wins the whole thing, and who dies first is claimed ana for now.
Until a few more people die trying to win.
Give up girlfriend, only the best will win.
Sunken cheeks, which I feel, crying quietly is my deal.
Starvation is the game; I'm the player, the fattest loses, and thin is the winner.
So come on out and play the game, show me our willpower, show me your frame.
So light and so skinny, when the wind blows, it takes you by your waist and travel thee goes.
So light and so thin when you walk upon snow, you won't see a footprint, you'll just see snow.
So when you ask to play the ana game, you must be a player, we must bond the same.
Let's hold hands and see who's the best; which blacks out first, will be the best, who fast for a day, shall win the game.
Whoever fasts for a week, wins the whole thing, and who dies first is claimed ana for now.
Until a few more people die trying to win.
Give up girlfriend, only the best will win.