I'm no Barbie doll I'm not your baby girl
I've done ugly things and I have made mistakes
And I am not as pretty as those girls in magazines
...
Nothing ever smells of roses that rises out of mud
Why you acting so surprised¿
Now I've held back a wealth of shit, I think I'm gonna choke
I'm standing in the shadows with the words stuck in my throat
Does it really come as a surprise when I tell you I don't feel good?
it's driving me crazy
And you've still got the most beautiful face
It just makes me sad most of the time