Eating Disorder.
Living in a war,
Knowing I have to fight.
Just like a real soldier,
Searches for his light.
The voice in my head,
My enemy and my friend.
I can´t let it go,
It´s just like a helping hand.
I know it isn´t healthy,
But this is controlling me.
I know I have to stop this,
But this is just the voice wants to be.
Now I´m closed in my own world,
And I just want to be free…
I´ll never get out of this war.
Cause now my eating disorder, really is a part of me.
Knowing I have to fight.
Just like a real soldier,
Searches for his light.
The voice in my head,
My enemy and my friend.
I can´t let it go,
It´s just like a helping hand.
I know it isn´t healthy,
But this is controlling me.
I know I have to stop this,
But this is just the voice wants to be.
Now I´m closed in my own world,
And I just want to be free…
I´ll never get out of this war.
Cause now my eating disorder, really is a part of me.
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| Auteur: Mies-- | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Marina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 20 augustus 2009 | ||
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