Pound by pound,

You started this game.

What's so bad about this?

You just wanted to look pretty.

So pound by pound you lose weight.

Weeks go by and the number goes down.

Looking into the mirror you don't see what you want.

It's not enough though,

No one will notice the skipped meals.

A few more weeks should do it.

Keep going you're almost there.

One pound becomes two,

Then two becomes four.
You're still too fat, what's a few more pounds?

You keep going,

Four becomes eight,

Eight becomes sixteen.

This cycle will never end, but you don't need to know that.

People don't notice, they still believe you're too fat.

You stop eating completely,

But it's still not enough.

Your health is slowly slipping, but looks are more important.

You can barely walk,

People start to notice.

It's too late now though, you're dead by morning.

People sit at your funeral.

And as the last song plays tears escape their eyes.

They were astonished.

You were so thin, too thin.

But darling don't you see now?

They cry and mourn.

They wonder why you did this to yourself.

It was all a game.

This was my plan all along.

Your dead now, and still you look imperfect.