I feel inadequate

That extra mystery puzzle piece that doesn't fit

That birthday candle that doesn't stay lit

I feel like shit



How can I reinvent myself

to meet the standards

That they have set



I'd like to end this game

I'd press start over

Next time everything 

stacked better in my favor



I'm all fed up and starved to death

Carved and sliced to look my best

There's nothing wrong with me

I'm so sick of this

Living up to an image 

That doesn't exist



I feel all worn out

Like a Barbie doll with its legs ripped off 

And hair torn out

Fuck it, she's just a doll



I'm more like Barbie's friend

The one who didn't get

The pink Corvette, the platinum hair

And perfect breasts



I hate that bitch for what she's done to my head



I'm all fed up and starved to death

Carved and sliced to look my best

There's nothing wrong with me

I'm so sick of this

Living up to an image 

That doesn't exist



Don't follow me down this downward spiral

It's like a viral infection

No antibiotic protection

The world will make you feel

Like its collection of lies

It's lies ... it's lies ... it's lies ....

Is real .... 



There's nothing wrong with me

There's nothing wrong with you 



I'm inadequate

No no no