eyesore

Maria Mena

The ugly naked truth
She starves me of my youth
I stand alone until you catch on
I swear it's not by choice,
But Anna has this voice
It's calls 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. Aah, Me.

I won up from under by this confining skin
that I so reluctantly live in
My worth is measured sourly according to the scale
I am heavy, I feel frale
And it's alright, I'm alright, I want to be okay
I've seen it before, this eyesore, it's me. Aah.