| See me in the mirror
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| I don’t know her, I don’t like her face
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| Car door on the sidewalk
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| Makes my sides warp and I hate the shape
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| Imposter in my body
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| Wish I saw me in a nicer way
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| (Yeah, you’re good as you are, but you could be better)
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| One day I feel like a model
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| Next day I feel like a troll
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| See all these pictures of models
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| Setting impossible goals
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| This image is misleading
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| Don’t know which me’s the real thing
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| Don’t tell me to love myself more
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| I wish that it was that simple
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| Can’t live without her approval
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| 'Cause she’s warps my reflection and makes me obsessive
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| I hate it, hate it
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| Don’t tell me to judge myself less
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| I wish that it was that painless
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| I live with her voice in my head
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| 'Cause she’s warps my reflection and makes me obsessive
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| I hate it, hate it
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| (I hate it)
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| Misfit in the pictures
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| Looking different than I do to you
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| Best way to describe it
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| When you see red, all I see is blue
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| Circus, house of horrors
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| All the monsters that I met in school
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| (You're the weirdo in class and you’re not even hot)
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| One day I feel like a model
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| Next day I feel like a troll
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| See all these pictures of models
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| Setting impossible goals
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| This image is misleading
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| Don’t know which me’s the real thing
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| Don’t tell me to love myself more
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| I wish that it was that simple
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| Can’t live without her approval
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| 'Cause she’s warps my reflection and makes me obsessive
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| I hate it, hate it
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| Don’t tell me to judge myself less
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| I wish that it was that painless
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| I live with her voice in my head
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| 'Cause she’s warps my reflection and makes me obsessive
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| I hate it, hate it
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| (Yeah, you’re good as you are) Ah-ah, ah-ah
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| (But you could be better) Ah-ah, ah-ah
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| Don’t tell me to love myself more
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| I wish that it was that simple
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| Can’t live without her approval
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| 'Cause she’s warps my reflection and makes me obsessive
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| I hate it, hate it
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| Don’t tell me to judge myself less
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| I wish that it was that painless
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| I live with her voice in my head
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| 'Cause she’s warps my reflection and makes me obsessive
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| I hate it, hate it
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| Ah-ah, ah-ah
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| Ah-ah, ah-ah
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| Ah-ah, ah-ah
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| I hate it, hate it |