If you could see past my eyes Into my disquieted brain You'd think I was obsessed Or at least a little insane You would shake your finger at my thoughts As I chase ribcages while caging myself Into a world of bones and rot I can calculate calories into a formula for happiness Like I measure my merit with a measuring tape And I know that "looks aren't everything" But it looks to me like they are Because society suggests that you "be yourself" While screaming the importance of beauty and wealth And we all know that ugly doesn't make it Into the movies Just like fat doesn't make it into the magazines If I could look into the mirror without seeing Distortions Then maybe I could convince myself to eat bigger Portions But as the story goes, as the song is sung Another girl loses to the battle of one I'm at war with myself, and it's making me sick Sick in the head; sick in the heart I sicken myself as I'm falling apart I hate this hollow pursuit for a hollow life And yet I secretly starve myself In an attempt to get it right You might be somewhat confused As to why I undergo this kind of beating Yes, hunger is painful But so is eating