I feel inadequate
That extra mystery puzzle piece that doesnt fit
That birthday candle that doesnt stay lit
I feel like shit

How can I reinvent myself
To meet the standards
That they have set

Id like to end this game
Id press start over
Next time everything
Stacked better in my favor

Im all fed up and starved to death
Carved and sliced to look my best
Theres nothing wrong with me
Im so sick of this
Living up to an image
That doesnt exist

I feel all worn out
Like a barbie doll with its legs ripped off
And hair torn out
Fuck it, shes just a doll

Im more like barbies friend
The one who didnt get
The pink corvette, the platinum hair
And perfect breasts

I hate that bitch for what shes done to my head

Im all fed up and starved to death
Carved and sliced to look my best
Theres nothing wrong with me
Im so sick of this
Living up to an image
That doesnt exist

Dont follow me down this downward spiral
Its like a viral infection
No antibiotic protection
The world will make you feel
Like its collection of lies
Its lies ... its lies ... its lies ....
Is real ....

Theres nothing wrong with me
Theres nothing wrong with you

Im inadequate
No no no