I feel so trapped inside my shell
What the Hell, What the Hell?
Can't you tell, Can't you tell?
I'm hating my body.
I hate not fitting in.
I hate this feeling.
And I hate my skin!
Aren't you going to help?
As I'm screaming, I yelp
I'm crying out these millions of tears
I hate this body as much as my fears
Why don't I look like every other girl?
Why is my head in such a whirl?
why won't anyone notice me?
Not even if i scream?
I want out of this ghastly shell
It's trapping me
I don't feel so damned well
I feel ugly
Why aren't i like that girl you like?
Why haven't i got the latest 'hike'?
Why haven't i got the perfect hair?
Why does no body care?
why do i feel so bodged, so down
Am I really ugly, or just a clown?
I listened to what the others said
I let their words go to my head
I feel so trapped inside my shell
What the Hell, What the Hell?
Can't you tell, Can't you tell?
I'm hating my body.
I hate not fitting in.
I hate this feeling.
And I hate my skin!
So now I decided, I'm shedding my skin.
Getting ride, Carving out, and Carving in.
I'm shdding my skin, and releasing the past.
Oh I'm shedding my skin.
Your thoughts are nothing to me.
I'm shedding the skin.
Getting rid of al I stand in.
I'm shedding the skin.
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