I see the ads on TV
I hear them on the radio
They want me to be everything
And lose my identity
Get skinny in one week
Grow four inches in a month
I don't want all this stress
The shit is just too much
Persuade yourself it's risk-free
No one takes it to heart
But why is the public
Tearing themselves apart?
I loathe the way I'm expected to be
And the way I'm shunned if I'm not
"No one loves you until you're just right"
It's a puddle in which everyone's stuck in.
Self-destruction becomes a means of existence
pursue it or be thrown aside
Close your eyes and seize your smile
Smother the feelings inside
That tell you must be perfect.