Who is that in the mirror?
She’s staring back at me, where my reflection should be,
But it's not me...
She has my saddened eyes,
My hair I’ve dyed so many times,
But something's not right,
Something’s off about this other me...
Something’s different, something’s changed,
I can't tell what it is yet,
We look the same,
We sound the same.
Wait, there it is,
She's fat, she’s ugly... she seems a bit strange,
There’s something lurking under her skin.
So I’m fat, I’m ugly... I’m a bit strange.
I can see it now inside of me,
Why didn't I notice it before?
They all used to tell me in school,
I never believed it, just thought they were being cruel,
But there's no hiding it,
The truth that is in my soul.
I’m going to stop eating,
Stop sleeping and thinking,
Stop dreaming I’m going to one day be pretty.
I’m just going to stop living,
I’m going to stop being me.