there's nothing wrong
with putting make-up on my face
unless i'm comparing myself to grace
and how she looks so goddamn flawless
without even trying
she picks up her dress that falls off her shoulders
she's so goddam skinny
man, i think i love her
no guy looks at me the way they look at her
i wish i could stop myself from eating
but the food feels so good inside my mouth
i want to vomit once it's down my throat
and wish i was giving head instead
but who, who wants to sleep with someone like me?
look at my body
what's there to like about me?
too many curves and fat and calories
i'm so ashamed of who i am
wish i was as pretty as samantha
oh, her boyfriend sweeps her off her feet
but my man can't even piggyback me
and it's all my fault
i only feel good when i eat
although it makes me hate myself
it really never made much sense
but i can't stop my shaking hands
like i can't stand my own reflection
maybe why he won't fuck me no more
i'm way too ugly for him, that's for sure
so i buy these make-up and i shove it in my face
'cause i just wanna be as pretty as grace
and selena and maddie and holly
every fucking girl he looks at really
i spend hours watching these get-ready-with-me videos
trying to fix everything wrong
while he jacks off in the other room
to some other girl with bigger boobs
how much do i have to change
to be loved, to be loved?
how much do i have to starve
to be wanted like i want him?
