One-hundred and sixty-eight,
I guess seventy of those wasn't enough
of my time to get my grades that great;
And when it's time to let you know
that this time I tried, I really tried...
You'll see why the child in me has died.
When I look at my reflection,
I pick out every little imperfection;
I never see the beautiful little cracks in the glass...
In my head you'll see the counted calories
and the pictures of perfect models -
"Why haven't you been eating enough?".
All I've ever wanted was for you
to see right through...
tell me I'm enough.
For now, I'm just sorry that I couldn't be your