Perfect people, unapproachable
You make me feel so bad
So vulnerable
Is it legal? Is it possible?

You’re driving me so mad
It’s uncontrollable
You make me feel so sad
And so vulnerable
As if you’re trying to make me go through hell
Through hell..

Perfect people looking down on me
With your blue eyes and your long blond hair
Flowing irresistibly
Almost regal, always othering

You made me feel so bad
And so unsuitable
No comfort to be had,
Indisputable
It’s driving me so mad
It’s unconstrollable
It makes me feel so sad
And so vulnerable

I think I’d rather try to go through hell
(You’re driving me so mad)
Oh, through hell
(You make me feel so sad)
Through hell, through hell, through hell

Seventeen, no bread for years
Water but no food
Passing out on weightloss pills
In the name of looking good
Cause some girl said she’d kill herself
If she were my weight
So I wrapped my waist in cellophane
And exercised away…