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