Eyesore

The ugly naked truthShe starves me of my youthAnd I stand alone untilYou catch onI swear it’s not by choiceBut Ana has this voiceAnd it calms me downIt gives me purpose
And it’s alrightI’m alrightI want to be okI’ve seen it beforeThis eyesore, it’s meOooh oooh oooh me

I want out from underThis convining skinThat I so reluctantly live inMy worth is measured solelyAccording to the scaleI’m heavy, I feel frail
And it’s alrightI’m alrightI want to be okI’ve seen it beforeThis eyesore, it’s meOooh oooh oooh
Me oooh oooh ooohOoooooooooooooohOh