Bulimia Bulimia
my dear what are you still doing here?
Feel so down in all this mess
No one must witness my distress
Bulimia Bulimia
Broken down and full of shame
When I try to say your name
Try to hide this deceiving smile
Show you been around for a while
Bulimia Bulimia
I tell you your not welcome here anymore
But still I open the backdoor
And you push me down to the cold tile floor
So Weak and throat soar
Strange that you still seem to pretend
To here as my good old friend
You say you can fill the emptiness inside
So you came to visit me last night
Bulimia Bulimia
My friends wont like you I fear
So I pretend you're just not there
You say;"That dress ´m not fit enough to wear"
Tell me how and holds my hair
Bulimia Bulimia
I tell you your not welcome here anymore
But still I open the backdoor
And you push me down to the cold tile floor
So Weak and throat soar
Bulimia Bulimia
