You don't know
You think you know
You want to want to know
But you won't know
The feeling that I have
When I see myself
In the mirror, on the wall
My stretch marks all over me
And my oversized body
The way that I hate myself
When I'm on the locker room
With all those skinny girls
I'm just too big to be there
And when I fancy a boy
And I say it to him
The answer is always the same:
"You're nice and funny;
But not my type of girl"
I walk alone
With my friend(Music)
And the tears stream
Down my face
Every time I see those girls
Who are my "friends"
And they see me there
Crying
They just smile
And walk away
Giggling
And talking about me
You don't know how it is to be me
You think you know my pain
You want to want to know how to fix me
But you won't know because you don't even want to try
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