Текст песни В моих жилах течет голод - Желание

Meat and bones covered with skin,
Sunken cheeks, protruding cheekbones.
During that so cruelly deceived me,
Having said that, pleased with her figure?

The first day, a week, minus 5 kg.
But in the mirror you do not Slim per gram.
More 2 weeks, 90-60-90.
Wanted figures: Is not it just?

About forgotten acquaintances, friends do not call.
Handset not you take three days.
Confrontation in your right mind.
An incredulous look on the scale, the battle in the stomach.

Everything is obvious. The result is fabricated.
Two fingers all the bowl. Everything in the body fractures.
Tablets, lethargy, pain, emergency call.
Injections and bed, the doctor look stern.

Worse and worse, dehydrated.
Nurse asleep. Two blade in the skin.
Understand: & quot; You've been killing yourself.
What's the point? Do not you have seen the ideal & quot ;.