no one on my side |
Just when I think I love me for me You go and make me see That things are all turned twisted, round That I had it all wrong from the start I was blind, and you were right ………apparently, or so it seemed Why does loving me have to be so hard? I just want to look in the mirror and be happy with what I see Go into to a store and try on sizes that don’t make me want to cry slit my wrists and die hide away from the pain, cause it’s just to much to take Even though I know it’s nothing compared to those starving children out there My pain still subsides, deep with inside, I can’t seem, to get it out, no matter what I try You keep on putting this pressure on me Beauty isn’t everything, you know It’s deep inside, the caring, loving kind That’s hard to find Why won’t anyone listen to me Why can’t they see what I see They mean more than a jean size, or the number of pores on your face More than you’re body’s shape That all comes and goes It’s all so self absorbed and fake I wish you’d all see it my way And you’d honestly be in better shape Cause this vain shit won’t get you to far anyway |