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 ok

I’ve seen it before

This eyesore, it’s 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

I’m heavy, I feel frail

And it’s alright

I’m alright

I want to be ok

I’ve seen it before

This eyesore, it’s me

Oooh oooh oooh