𝐏𝐨𝐞𝐦'𝐬

𝐀𝐧𝐚 𝐓𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐌𝐞

I'm shaking, Ana
Shaking, here, lying on my bed
Ashes on the window sill
And static in my head

I'm breaking, Ana
Breaking, here, what did you say?
"If you don't look impossible, you're probably better dead"
Oh Ana, tell me, tell the truth
Will my goals ever be met?
Or will I keep going, keep on fasting
Until I wake up dead?