Looking in the mirror with judging eyes Scanning through my features, I hate my thighs These jeans don’t fit my figure, My tummy’s growing bigger I just can’t take it anymore My knees are weak I feel like shit And I’m crying ugly It’s I, my enemy Wish I did not exist But at the same time I wanna feel alive It’s I, my enemy No one, will ever be As harsh as I am Being on myself I feel like I’m not good enough Everyone I meet is smarter, prettier all at once And I strive to be like that Not trying hard enough I guess I just can’t take it anymore My knees are weak I feel like shit And I’m crying ugly It’s I, my enemy Wish I did not exist But at the same time I wanna feel alive It’s I, my enemy No one, will ever be As harsh as I am Being on myself Why can’t I just accept myself for who I am? Why am I always so concerned of what people think? When the truth is That no one cares I am just Judging myself It’s I, my enemy Wish I did not exist But at the same time I wanna feel alive It’s I, my enemy No one, will ever be As harsh as I am Being on myself