I'm here with my make-up,
and my perfect straight hair.
But I still hate my body,
and I still hate that I care.
Oh the side of the road,
seems so lonely today.
But I still feel so ugly,
so I must get away.
I borrowed your words,
and glued them to my heart.
but the meanings that follow,
still come apart.
I try not to eat,
but I have not enough strength.
And whilst this goes on,
I put us at arms length.
I couldn't ask for more,
but I'm just so **** fragile.
A war in my head,
that's a tough constant battle.
I'm here with my make-up,
and my perfect straight hair.
Oh a smile's plastered on,
because for you I care.