When I look in the mirror...
All I want to see is someone
pretty looking back at me.
Losing weight seems to be the only key,
Then when I look in the mirror,
I will see someone pretty looking at me.
Losing friends,
driving them to their ends
When I cry I just need a friend
A friend who can hug me, and give me
a lending hand.
This is not worth it:
To be in a dark tunnel and just sit.
Eating is not the end of the world
At least that is what I was told.
Sitting all alone, in my room
being so cold, seems to be
the only thing that would have sold.
I want to be happy...that's all...
Is it that hard?
Do I have to wait for happiness to be sold??
All I want to see is someone
pretty looking back at me.
Losing weight seems to be the only key,
Then when I look in the mirror,
I will see someone pretty looking at me.
Losing friends,
driving them to their ends
When I cry I just need a friend
A friend who can hug me, and give me
a lending hand.
This is not worth it:
To be in a dark tunnel and just sit.
Eating is not the end of the world
At least that is what I was told.
Sitting all alone, in my room
being so cold, seems to be
the only thing that would have sold.
I want to be happy...that's all...
Is it that hard?
Do I have to wait for happiness to be sold??
