The Way You See Things

Why does my body change every time I see it in the mirror
I wish I could rearrange all the parts that bring me tears
I′m afraid my mind is playing me a puppeteerAnd I don't dress up, it makes me sad (sad)
And I don′t go out 'cause I feel bad, bad (bad)

Wrapped too tight around my stomach
Pinch the parts that I don't wanna keep
I see myself as a monster
Wish I could see myself the way you see me
The way you see things

All of the pretty girls must have it better than me
They don′t have to think about things like the veins on their knees
So I cover my limbs like they′re made up of sins from the scars
And I don't dress up, it makes me sad (sad)
And I don′t go out 'cause I feel bad, bad (bad)

Wrapped too tight around my stomach
Pinch the parts that I don′t wanna keep
I see myself as a monster
Wish I could see myself the way you see me
The way you see things