If I knew it all then, would I do it again?
Would I do it again?
If they knew what they said would go straight to my head
What would they say instead?
I can’t eat; anything
Without shoving my hands down my throat
And I refuse to leave the world without smearing on makeup
With my hair blinding my eyes
Whoaaaaa
Blinding my eyes
I can’t remember
The last time I’ve seen my own eyes
Or the color of my skin
Do you know
What it’s like to feel ugly all the time
I stretch myself across the world
Pushing my limits for your entertainment
And you had the nerve
To call out my weaknesses
And drag me through the dirt
I can’t remember
The last time I’ve seen my own eyes
Or the color of my skin
Do you know
What it’s like to feel ugly all the time
Whoaaaa
Whoaaaa
I’m staring in the mirror
Looking back at the person I hate
I can’t remember
The last time I’ve seen my own eyes
Or the color of my skin
Do you know
What it’s like
I can’t remember
The last time I’ve seen my own eyes
Or the color of my skin
Do you know
What it’s like to feel ugly all the time
Whoaaa
Whoaaa
The color of my skin
Do you know
What it’s like to feel ugly all the
idontwannabemeanymore
Don’t be that way
Fall apart twice a day
I just wish you could feel what you say
Show, never tell
But I know you too well
Got a mood that you wish you could sell
If teardrops could be bottled
There’d be swimming pools filled by models
Told a tight dress is what makes you a whore
If “I love you” was a promise
Would you break it, if you’re honest
Tell the mirror what you know she’s heard before
I don’t wanna be you anymore
Hands, hands getting cold
Losing feeling’s getting old
Was I made from a broken mold?
Hurt, I can’t shake
We’ve made every mistake
Only you know the way that I break
If teardrops could be bottled
There’d be swimming pools filled by models
Told a tight dress is what makes you a whore
If “I love you” was a promise
Would you break it, if you’re honest
Tell the mirror what you know she’s heard before
I don’t wanna be you
I don’t wanna be you
I don’t wanna be you, anymore
me in hell waiting for all my friends to die
“Sometimes I feel like there’s a hole inside of me, an emptiness that at times seems to burn. I think if you lifted my heart to your ear, you could probably hear the ocean…I have this dream of being whole. Of not going to sleep each night, wanting. But still sometimes, when the wind is warm or the crickets sing… I dream of a love that even time will lie down and be still for.”— Sally Owens, Practical Magic
When you are that mean to yourself the world seems a little meaner too.
