Eyesore

The ugly naked truth

She starves me of my youth

And I stand alone until

You catch on

I swear its not by choice

But Ana has this voice

And it calms me down

It gives me purposeAnd its alright

Im alright

I want to be ok

Ive seen it before

This eyesore, its me

Oooh oooh oooh meI want out from under

This convining skin

That I so reluctantly live in

My worth is measured solely

According to the scale

Im heavy, I feel frailAnd its alright

Im alright

I want to be ok

Ive seen it before

This eyesore, its me

Oooh oooh ooohMe oooh oooh oooh

Oooooooooooooooh

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