Eyesore

The ugly naked truth:
She starves me of my youth
And I stand alone until
You catch on
I swear it’s not by choice
But Ana has this voice
And it calms me down
It gives me purpose
And it’s alright
I’m alright
I want to be okay
I’ve seen it before
This eyesore; it’s me
Ohh, ohh, ohh, me
I want out from under
This confining skin
That I so reluc-tantly live in
My worth is measured solely
According to the scale
I am heavy, but I feel frail
And it’s alright
I’m alright
I want to be okay
I’ve seen it before
This eyesore; it’s me
Ohh, ohh, ohh, ohhh
Me
Ohh, ohh, ohh
Ohhh
Ohhh
(Me)
Ohh, ohh, ohh
Ohhh
Ohhh
(Me)
Ohh, ohh, ohh
Ohhh
Ohhh
Oh