All that's left is the frame of a girl,
Her soul was ripped out long ago,
She can't feel happiness or pain,
She is hollow.
Stupid social standards,
Magazines full of bony models
That scream "thin is in,"
She tries to be 'perfect' like them,
But with every skipped meal
And every "I already ate,"
She becomes more hollow.
So many expectations
For such a small girl,
She has to be thin,
She has to get all A's,
She has to make everyone happy,
She has to be perfect,
And all that happens is she becomes more hollow.
We have to help her,
We have to stop pressuring her,
We have to make her smile and laugh and love again,
We have to do something
Or else she will die