funhouse

Dressing up like an optimist
 Showing my skin, it's obvious
 If I was smaller, it wouldn't bother them
 Counting my flaws like calories
 I know it isn't good for me
 Will I feel better with a new measurement?
 If I can't have the chemicals
 I need something to control
 Round and round and round we go
 In the funhouse, I can never tell what's real
 Break the mirrors, now I'm looking how I feel
 Lights, camera, action, I'm in the background
 Wondering when they'll notice me
 In the funhouse, ah
 Must be in my head or something (they don't even it see coming)
 Girl, you know you look so pretty (I don't really see what they see)
 I know that I'm preaching to the choir
 But I just wish that they'd be fucking quiet
 If I can't have the chemicals
 Then I need something to control
 Round and round and round we go
 In the funhouse, I can never tell what's real
 Break the mirrors, now I'm looking how I feel
 Lights, camera, action, I'm in the background
 Wondering when they'll notice me
 I wanna stand out, but keep the lights down
 I'm so afraid of what they'll see
 What I see, isn't me, it's distorted (it's distorted)
 Through the glass, looking back, I'm performing (I'm performing)
 What I see, isn't me, it's distorted (it's distorted)
 What I see, isn't me, isn't me
 In the funhouse, I can never tell what's real
 Break the mirrors, now I'm looking how I feel
 Lights, camera, action, I'm in the background
 Wondering when they'll notice me
 I wanna stand out, but keep the lights down
 I'm so afraid of what they'll see
 In the funhouse