I feel inadequate  That extra mystery puzzle piece that doesn't fit  That birthday candle that doesn't stay lit  I feel like shit    How can I reinvent myself  to meet the standards  That they have set    I'd like to end this game  I'd press start over  Next time everything   stacked better in my favor    I'm all fed up and starved to death  Carved and sliced to look my best  There's nothing wrong with me  I'm so sick of this  Living up to an image   That doesn't exist    I feel all worn out  Like a Barbie doll with its legs ripped off   And hair torn out  Fuck it, she's just a doll    I'm more like Barbie's friend  The one who didn't get  The pink Corvette, the platinum hair  And perfect breasts    I hate that bitch for what she's done to my head    I'm all fed up and starved to death  Carved and sliced to look my best  There's nothing wrong with me  I'm so sick of this  Living up to an image   That doesn't exist    Don't follow me down this downward spiral  It's like a viral infection  No antibiotic protection  The world will make you feel  Like its collection of lies  It's lies ... it's lies ... it's lies ....  Is real ....     There's nothing wrong with me  There's nothing wrong with you     I'm inadequate  No no no