Funhouse

Dressing up like an optimist Showing my skin, it's obvious If I was smaller, it wouldn't bother them Counting 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 looking how I feel Lights, camera, action, I'm in the background Wondering when they'll notice me In the funhouse, ah Must be in my head or something (they don't even it see coming) Girl, you know you look so pretty (I don't really see what they see) I know that I'm preaching 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 looking how I feel Lights, camera, action, I'm in the background Wondering when they'll notice me I wanna stand out, but keep the lights down I'm so afraid of what they'll see 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 looking how I feel Lights, camera, action, I'm in the background Wondering when they'll notice me I wanna stand out, but keep the lights down I'm so afraid of what they'll see In the funhouse