funhouse

Dressin' up like an optimist
Showin' my skin, it’s obvious
If I was smaller, it wouldn’t bother them
Countin' my flaws like calories
I know it isn’t good for me
Will I feel better with a new measurement?
If I can’t have the chemicals
I need something to control
'Round and 'round and 'round we go
In the funhouse, I can never tell what’s real
Break the mirrors, now I’m lookin' how I feel
Asking what questions, I’m in the background
Wondering when they’ll notice me
In the funhouse, ahh
Must be in my head or something
I don’t even it see coming
Do you know you look so pretty?
I already see what they say
I know that I’m preachin' to the choir
But I just wish that they’d be fucking quiet
If I can’t have the chemicals
Then I need something to control
'Round and 'round and 'round we go
In the funhouse, I can never tell what’s real
Break the mirrors, now I’m lookin' how I feel
Asking what questions, I’m in the background
Wondering when they’ll notice me
, I’ll keep the lights on
I’m so afraid of what to feel
What I see isn’t me, it’s distorted (It's distorted)
Through the glass, looking back, I’m performing (I'm performing)
What I see isn’t me, it’s distorted (It's distorted)
What I see isn’t me, isn’t me
In the funhouse, I can never tell what’s real
Break the mirrors, now I’m lookin' how I feel
Asking what questions, I’m in the background
Wondering when they’ll notice me
, I’ll keep the lights on
I’m so afraid of what to feel
In the funhouse