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

Me oooh oooh oooh
Oooooooooooooooh
Oh