Bulimic B****

That's what someone called me yesterday
I was just walking
In the hallway at school
And the girl
The blonde one
With the long, slender legs
And the flat stomach
Who wears those Prada sunglasses
And heels
Every day
Yeah, that one
She called me that
She let it sink in as I swept past her
I don't think she saw
In the corner of my eye
The twinkling of a tear
That was ready to burst
But she saw my face
She saw the agony and destruction on my face
And that was enough
For her
To know
That she can call me that

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