Numbers running through my head.
 Won’t go away until I’m dead.
Hoping for once to see the truth.
 Finally embrace my youth.
Maybe I’ll just starve till I die.
Finally see my ribs and fly.
Voices scream at me in pain.
One yells “eat” and one “stay sane.”
Silence them with razor blades.
Seems like just the perfect trade.
Bleeding pleasure without a sting
Harmonized voices then rise and sing.

Living without numbers running through my head.
Seems like such a hopeless dream that wont be fed.
Inside, this girl wants me to be hers.
To obey her, and never to be herd.
My peers all wait for me to fade.
To shrivel up and  wait for my last day.
The silence eats me up alive.
Never leaving to let me strive