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i am not happy being alone never happy being alone
turning twenty-three this year still not comfortable in my own skin look at her then i look at me find something bad, find something else to change
oh, i'm too hard on myself maybe 'cause i was born pretty i was born slim with the perfect skin and everyone loved me
yes, now i'm happy i can eat how much i want i don't starve myself anymore but i'm still sad
kinda sad i'm no longer pretty grew this fat in my tummy pimples growing from my lack of sleep working harder everyday for my future
used to lay in bed without work had men paying for all i needed while i dressed up and put make-up on every single day to keep them loving me
i sold my body, sold my soul now my old life's come and gone don't know what it's like to stay happy how do i stay happy?
know he loves me but does he think she's pretty? when we walk in malls as i hold his hand does he glance at her and wonder if he were her man?
don't want to be alone i'm scared of being alone
getting older each day still don't know why i let these things get to me so self-aware yet i make the same mistakes maybe i'm just sad 'cause i miss being pretty
