I'm so perfect you say

I'm so special, no one can compare

How can you see all these things in me? 

I can't believe you



I'm looking in my funhouse mirror

I'm disgusted by what I see

I strain to catch a glimpse of the light 

You claim to see around me



And the more I try to run away

The more you pull me back

And the more you try to love me 

The more that I attack

I just can't see what you see in me





You want to destroy self-portraits that I paint

Through Picasso's eyes

But it's hard to discard

Weapons that I use 

In my daily self-destruction



And the more I try to run away

The more you pull me back

And the more you try to love me 

The more that I attack

I just can't see what you see in me





I'm sitting on the corner of paranoid and hopelessness

Waiting, waiting

For you to take me away

I'm always trying to get rid of you

When what I really want

Is for you to stay



And the more I try to run away

The more you pull me back

And the more you try to love me

The more that I attack

I just can't see what you see in me





I want to see what you see

I wish I could see what you see

In me