She was seventeen years old, 45 kg light, just skin and bones.
But the mirror eats up the positive things she sees.
Leave me alone because I can't stand this anymore.
Two fingers in the throat -- coughing up my problems.

So, spitting out the shame, she's living with an enemy.
Living with a pitch-black feeling so horrible.
But, feels like death knocks when you're alone.
I cut myself to escape from the feeling.

Imagine a bunch of people gathering around you
and points out all your flaws as a pattern.
Therefore, I stay home, lock myself in my room.
It feels a bit safer -- the world through my window.

Don't have much money, can't follow the trends
and if you don't, most of your friends will leave you.
Sleepless, the hope disappeared the first chance it got, 
so I feel terrible today.

Chours x2
You're beautiful as you're, you have to be like you were.
It's not your fault, the fault is how the world is today.
Hold up your fists and focus on something that's good.
Because deep down they know that they're wrong and you're wonderful.

Have a father who's the world's biggest egotist.
He fell in love with the alcohol, putting the family far away.
I'd like to say that I couldn't care less.
A lonely bird who carry a far too big branch.

Our lives may feel empty and staged.
What if we're already dead, we're here to be punished.
It eats me from inside.
The self-esteem lays on the respirator so damaged and waiting. 

The positive little girl is missing.
The gaze is empty, chapter 17 is just darkness.
Why does the mirror play a game against me?
Why does life cry when death is always smiling at me?

How should I behave in social contexts,
when the body is panicking and the brain wants to play on the same tape?
I hate that I hate myself, I'm tired of being tired.
Loneliness seduces me everyday when I wake up.

Chours x2
You're beautiful as you're, you have to be like you were.
It's not your fault, the fault is how the world is today.
Hold up your fists and focus on something that's good.
Because deep down they know that they're wrong and you're wonderful.

It feels like the first day of school, yes, 
but every day nervousness kidnap my stomach back and fourth
if I could trust myself and stop looking for answers
then maybe you woul see me as someone who was just as good.

An invisible 17-year-old would be everyone's dream
but not in that way, this ship has run aground.
Don't let me sit alone again this day.
Don't let me meet my thoughts that follows me home.

The stares in the hallway is like being stabbed in the thighs.
That's the things that make me consider the trip to the stretcher.
The teens should have been something good.
Why do they move me when the bullies get to stay?

But I understand them, it must be my fault.
It must be me who is disgusting who are in the game.
There's nothing that goes up, everything goes down.
Best I sneak into my room and write my letter.

Chours x2
You're beautiful as you're, you have to be like you were.
It's not your fault, the fault is how the world is today.
Hold up your fists and focus on something that's good.
Because deep down they know that they're wrong and you're wonderful.

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