Maybe one day I'll be able to explain

Why I self destruct when a man comes along who says he can make me happy

But for now I'm begging the question:

Why must I reject the prospect?

I'd sooner let myself run on nicotine and speed

Than let him see my body the way I see it in the mirror

I beg for a love where all parts of me are seen

But before I let that happen I sabatoge it all myself

Maybe he'll love me, maybe I can be his mess

Or maybe I'll just die pretending that I'm fine

Destiny, it's a funny word

What are we destined for?

Might I adjust to a ruthless sea

Or push myself overboard for you must never see?

Oh darling, oh love, be glad you've immortalized me

Because my soul will last forever

But I cant say the same for this body.