My mother's starting to worry about me
She says I'm getting much too skinny
And I seem depressed all the time
No matter what, I'm never happy
Even when externally laughing
I'm slowly going out of my mind
Ball of insecurity
Aware of my inferiority
I've never been exactly pretty
And I guess I never will be
In the mirror, all I see
Is all the fat on my body
I'm completely empty
Unloved and unloving
Consumed by fruitless longing
Trying to find a sunken place to hide
If it's true that we're all dying
Why am I the only one crying?
It must be I'm already dead inside
Ball of insecurity
Aware of my inferiority
I've never been exactly witty
And I guess I never will be
In the mirror, all I see
Are all the stretch marks on my body
I'm completely empty
This same old thought just keeps repeating
"I think I should just stop eating"
What's the harm in skipping dinner
I'd be loved . . .
If I were thinner
Ball of insecurity
Aware of my inferiority
I've always been ugly
And I guess I always will be
In the mirror, I never see
Anything beyond this body
