I built my house of sticks... it fell down
i built my house with hay .. it fell down...

I want to be skinny
i want to be perfect...

My heart is broken
my eyes are heavy my soul is slowly faiding away...

I got up the guts
to go and talk to you...

I got up the guts
to go and talk to you...

The times im depressed... i write
the times im sad.. i write...

You let me sink soo much! now i am drounding...

I check my email
i check it twice...

I can feel the tears coming
i hide them with a smile...

I use to think i did it for u
to look good for u...

I use to think i did it for u
to look good for u...

I want to be skinny
i want to be perfect...