You've broken my heart,
You've made me cry,
I should be bitter (Shouldn't I?)
But I'm still alive,
And I've realized,
You'll never be less,
In my eyes.
When you ask,
Why you're still alive,
I'll answer with,
"Because you shouldn't die"
You'll change your ways,
But not for long,
I'll ask you why,
and you'll ramble on,
about how you feel,
and with a tear in my eye,
I'll say,
"Enough! Please!
Don't make me cry!"
You'll try to change,
Yet once again,
But you'll grab that bin,
Wanting to be thin,
You'll cry out,
Ana wins.
I'll come back,
I won't give up hope,
I know somehow,
Maybe, you'll cope,
Maybe, someday, you'll make it through,
Because I can't, without you.
I know you still have it,
That urge,
To grab the blade,
I know it's a feeling,
You'll never evade.
But if I could tell you one thing,
Dear,
It would be,
Do not fear.
The Lord will help you,
And so will I,
So do not cry,
Dry your eyes.
