She was messy
Her life was scattered on the floor
She was pretty
But she felt ugly at her core
Shaking hands and sweaty palms
All she did was write sad songs
And barely eat
Or not at all
I don't miss her mind
I don't miss her attitude
I don't miss her outbursts
Or relationship with food
And I don't miss the feeling
When I saw her in the mirror thinkin'
You're just not good enough for me
But I miss her body
When I look back and I see
That she was pretty
I can't believe that that was me
All the drama
All the tears
Though I don't miss all that fear
I miss the pretty, skinny figure of the girl
I used to be
Self-destructive
Thought she was disposeable
She was human
But she looked just like a ghost
All she did was sleep
Make up lies in therapy
And turn to sex
To mask her undying self-pity
I don't miss her mind
I don't miss her attitude
I don't miss her outbursts
Or relationship with food
And I don't miss the feeling
When I saw her in the mirror thinkin'
You're just not good enough for me
But I miss her body
When I look back and I see
That she was pretty
I can't believe that that was me
All the drama
All the tears
Though I don't miss all that fear
I miss the pretty, skinny figure of the girl
I used to be
I know I've left her behind
But sometimes she comes back
Her voice creeps into my mind
She plans her next attack
Tells me my life is all wrong
She tries to get to me
But I've got all that I want
Except for her body
I miss her body
When I look back and I see
She was pretty
I can't believe that that was me
All the drama
All the tears
Though I don't miss all that fear
I miss the pretty, skinny figure of the girl
I used to be