Eyesore

The ugly naked truth: She starves me of my youth, And I stand alone until You 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 under This confining skin That I so reluc-tantly live in. My worth is measured solely According 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.