Ana is here, waiting for you
She’ll take away your soul.
Ana is here, waiting for you
She’ll make you quiet and dull.
When Ana stops eating,
So will you.
She’ll take away everything,
Including your ability to chew.
Ana will make your parents cry,
And eventually she’ll even make you die.
You won’t know when,
But it will happen.
Just you wait,
Never again will you say you ate.
But Ana will do good things too.
She’ll make a looker out of you.
When you look in the mirror, you’ll see your ribs.
That was the result of all your fibs.
But other days, you’ll close your eyes,
You’ll let out your cries,
Because you know you’ll die.
Ana is here, waiting for you.
She’ll take away your soul.
When Ana stops eating,
So will you.
Then you close your eyes,
And a part of you dies,
Knowing Ana will die,
And you will too.