Outcast Youth Genevieve Lyrics

Genevieve lies in bed at night, and can't sleep.
Her tummy hurts, cuz she hasn't had enough to eat.
Stomach cramps, leave her writhing in pain.
Clutching at her abdomen, it's happening, again.
"Why, oh why, did I get this way?
I only wanted to lose a little bit of weight.
I guess I could be happy, but it's too late,"
she thinks, as she picks at the food, on her plate.

Try to take a bite, but it's not happening.
Convinced that her piece of food, is too fattening.
Everytime that she tries to eat,
all she sees are the faces, of high school bullies.
Every guy, who told her she was too fat,
every boyfriend, who only gave a stuff about:
sex, and blow jobs, that made her cry.
I hold her close, as she tells me,
and I sigh.

She used to look in the mirror, and cry.
Looking back at her, was a girl, twice her size.
Distorted, self-perceptive view, through her eyes.
Enhanced furthermore, by the media lies.
Reality's perception, perception pre-defined.
Weight loss encouraged, and even glorified.

MTV, is brainwashing our children,
visually, and sociologically.
with a fake, size, zero, philosophy. An ideology, that you've gotta be thin,
to appear in, any program, on that station.
And that's the reason she don't watch TV,
cuz she's scared, of the person who she might be.
Afraid to admit that she's dealing with,
anorexia nervosa. And she denies it.
She says she doesn't have a problem, but she's lying.

In this segregated room, of bleached out white,
the black ink of my pen, bleeds, when I write.
The frail, decrepit, ghost, looking back at me,
is but a shadow of the girl, who used to leave a trail of color,
through this monochrome world.
Praying for the day, that her smile returns.
I tell her not to lose hope,
I'm writing a song,
that's gonna travel 'round the world,
giving light to the dark.

Musical Anna Karenin - with a happy ending.
I'm no Tolstoy, but this story, needs to be told,
of sweet Genevieve,
broken but bold.
Whose tiny food problem, got out of control.
Who since last week, doesn't eat, no more!
Doctors putting tubes in her stomach, make her vomit.
All she needs to save her right now, is a prayer,
but you're all too busy to remember her.