Deeper even more she sinks,
No longer will she ever think,
Give it time and tell her,
That you've pushed her to the brink.
She thought you were her friend but now,
She sees that you have brought her down,
You are the hunger,
The cruel, divine want,
But what will being scrawny matter,
When she's dead and gaunt and gone?
Give it to her straight,
Say "It's not worth it to be skinny,"
But it won't matter much to her,
While she's drowning,
If she's pretty.