The ugly naked truth:

She starves me of my youth,

And I stand alone until

You catch on.

I swear it's not by choice.

But Ana has this voice,

And it calms me down,

It gives me purpose.

And it's alright,

I'm alright,

I want to be okay.

I've seen it before,

This eyesore; it's me.

Ohh, ohh, ohh, me.

I want out from under

This confining skin

That I so reluc-tantly live in.

My worth is measured solely

According to the scale.

I am heavy, but I feel frail.

And it's alright,

I'm alright,

I want to be okay.

I've seen it before,

This eyesore; it's me.

Ohh, ohh, ohh, ohhh.

Me.

Ohh, ohh, ohh,

Ohhh.

Ohhh.

(Me)

Ohh, ohh, ohh,

Ohhh.

Ohhh.

(Me)

Ohh, ohh, ohh,

Ohhh.

Ohhh.

Oh.