It's kind of confusing, this skin I'm in.
Wanna break myself out, get free of this sin.
I'm living a lie, can't I just be my self.
I can't even wear clothes, without wishing I was someone else.
Listen, I want short hair, I want to be thin, I wanna be the pretty girl, I just need to be begin again.
Go back in time and erase the past, erase the version of myself i hate, at last.
I'll be free, away from the scorn. Finally I'll be me and feel as if I were just born.
Will I ever be happy, with the way I'm perceived?
Will I ever be happy with this look I've achieved?
You say that I'm perfect just the way I am, but make sure to sit up tall, keep your hair down, and wear a dress.
So you say I'm perfect, but only to your desire,
You say I'm perfect, but you sound just like a liar.
Am I lying to myself with this fantasy of mine,
maybe one day I'll wake up, and finally be me this time.