Happiness only runs skin deep.
Each time I think I've found...

I hate everything I am
Because it is what you created...

Do you see that girl,
The one in the corner...

If that one day comes
That I meet my Mr Right...

How can I be happy with who I am
If I can't say "Ah, shame. Poor me&quot...

Have you ever looked at a pretty girl
And said, "I wish that was me&quot...

You say I must come over
Because you want to 'play...

You ask me every week
Who I am...

Ever since she showed up
You've changed...

Deep down in the darkness,
Echoes of voices...

I stand in front of the mirror
And see Quasimodo staring back at me...

Snuggled up on my lap,
You yawn...