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 purpose

And its alright
Im alright
I want to be ok
Ive seen it before
This eyesore, its me
Oooh oooh oooh me

I 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 frail

And its alright
Im alright
I want to be ok
Ive seen it before
This eyesore, its me
Oooh oooh oooh