Eyesore
The ugly naked truth:She starves me of my youth,And I stand alone untilYou catch on.I swear it's not by choice.But Ana has this voice,And it calms me down,It gives me purpose.
And it's alright,I'm alright,I want to be okay.I've seen it before,This eyesore; it's me.Ohh, ohh, ohh, me.
I want out from underThis confining skinThat I so reluc-tantly live in.My worth is measured solelyAccording to the scale.I am heavy, but I feel frail.
And it's alright,I'm alright,I want to be okay.I've seen it before,This eyesore; it's me.Ohh, ohh, ohh, ohhh.
Me.Ohh, ohh, ohh,Ohhh.Ohhh.(Me)Ohh, ohh, ohh,Ohhh.Ohhh.(Me)Ohh, ohh, ohh,Ohhh.Ohhh.Oh.