My storys sad
This is true
But thanks to her I've got something new

She came around during summertime
And persuaded me with her rhyme
She talked of love and smells so sweet
I suppose this came all too unique

Her fingers curled around my soul 
And Burried me deep in to a hole
 minds were blown at the sight of me
Everyone seemed to stop and see
The tiny girl I have become
Skinny and beautiful but drawn so young

The bones are practically all that's left 
But I'm all too ignorant
To stop and see
What this thing called "Ana" has made of me

One night alone, After five days
I catch my balance in a sudden haze
My knees grow weak 
And I drop to the floor
I no longer have to fight With "Ana"  anymore.