They say God makes no mistakes
Then why can't I look in the mirror?
Why do I spend all day locked in my room
And my sight isn't getting much clearer
They say God loves us and is always there
But I can't help but wonder why
He doesn't seem to ever help
When all I can do is cry
I am fearfully and wonderfully made
According to my school
Then why do I want to rip myself apart
I feel like a goddamn tool
They say God is perfect
And made in His image are we
I know all my imperfections
I know my insecurities
I am fearfully and wonderfully made
According to my school
Then why do I want to rip myself apart
I feel like a goddamn tool
Fearfully made or made in fear
I don't know which
But with this awful body
I know God must be a bitch
