There's blood on my hands
Taking me to desperate lands
Where only the lonely can stand
Romanticize my bones
As if they're colorful healing stones
Count the hues and tones
And check the thighs
And feel the spine
Curse my size
I cry my eyes
Out every night
With all my might
But I'll never get it right
So there's this blood on my hands
From where I stand
I have no friends
They fled with the wind
When they saw my end
I saw no one in the mirror
So I starved to see a little clearer
And when I looked again
I saw a stranger in that mirror
I came nearer and nearer
Hoping she'd make me cleaner
But she starved me and fed me
And purged me till all that was
Left in that damn mirror
Was the blood on my hands.
- But she'll be the next one to meet her end.
