Testo di Dysmorphia

I want to be friends with Ana Walk down the hall like Ana She looks so pretty in that skirt I want to be friends with her But she knows that I can't She whispers in my ear and then she says That she knows what I hate about myself Yellow teeth Scalp is weak Swollen blisters on my knees She knows that I can't She whispers in my ear and then she says That she knows what I hate about myself