I can't feel my toes or my fingertips
My chest is pounding so fast I can't keep up with it
I'm losing it, fuck, and I just wanna quit
And I'm clenching my face, and I'm touching my dick
I need a fix ANA fix and I'm sick of this
Showing people my tricks and my ticks
Ana judging me
Judging my fucking sex ANA x ANA x
And I'm faking just to stay in my body
I'm nervous, I can't fucking stand it
Well if that's what they're giving me
The pills are my necessity now
You won't fix my attitude
Cause ANA does it better than you
(ANA does it better)
ANA, you saved my soul
Can you let me have my heart for a minute?
Yea-hah
(I need you)
Ok I'm sick
Not the kinda sick that lands you in the doctor
Not the kind that makes you weak and then heals you stronger
It's the kinda sick that turns your legs into spaghetti
The kinda sick that makes your blood burn and your bones heavy
The kinda sick that makes an atheist pray for Jesus
The kinda sickness that turns your power into weakness
And I'm sick of being sick for this whole fucking place to witness
And I'm living a sick life that most people call privileged
And they're kinda right, but I'm still sicker than I can cope with
ANA, you saved my soul
Can you let me have my heart for a minute?
I suffer for a living
