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etherealme · 05-27-2006, 11:04 PM

Sick in my Skin

-Deinna Mello

I wrote this in about 10 minutes after a major feeling fat, PMS breakout day. Kinda an exaggered version of how damn
fed up I am with all the magazine fakeouts of perceived beauty.

Sick in my skin, wanna rip it away.
This shape that I'm in doesn't make me ok.
Perfection is everything but from those lines I stray.

Tragically blemished and so damn marred,
can't I be just as flawless as they are?
I don't wish to be real. It hurts to feel this way. All the time....

Sick in my skin wanna wash the reality away
Jagged blades of demons nails rip at every fiber and pore.
I peer in the mirror so often hoping I'll look different than before.

Insecurity is my enemy
Where is my reprieve from
all this beauty seeking

Sick in my skin, going under the knife again
can you tweek this, erase that.
suck a few more pounds of fat.

I'm looking for filler to replace what's missing
where it really matters.
If my outside is pretty will you care that my innards are
all in tatters.

I wanna be the perfection I see in every magazine
Wanna be the the new sensation of my block, you see

Sick in my skin, can you be my prescription
to cure what ails. Cut them demons' nails.
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Just wallowing in the old misery tonight, lol. Husbands can be very insensitive and this song is inspired by that, its kind of a work in progress.

Defeated
-Deinna Mello

Aren't you supposed to be the one who makes me feel
good about myself?
Aren't you supposed to say I'm wonderful everyday?
Aren't you the one whose supposed to be in my corner
instead of always putting me in my place?

Aren't you supposed to love me unconditionally
every piece and every part.
Body, soul and this breaking heart.

Chorus
Why can't I have the courage to stand up and say I quit
Why is it I've stuck thru it all, even the worse of it?
I don't expect to be worshipped or treated as some hero
But why is it so many times you make me feel less than zero?

Aren't you supposed to be my private cheering squad
Instead it seems like we are always at odds.
Nothing I ever do is right, or close to good enough.

Repeat chorus

05-27-2006, 11:04 PM	#17 (permalink)
etherealme Children of the Korn Join Date: Feb 2004 Location: Iowa Age: 34 Posts: 936 Points: 31,355.57 Bank: 14,992.27 Total Points: 46,347.84 Donate	Sick in my Skin -Deinna Mello I wrote this in about 10 minutes after a major feeling fat, PMS breakout day. Kinda an exaggered version of how damn fed up I am with all the magazine fakeouts of perceived beauty. Sick in my skin, wanna rip it away. This shape that I'm in doesn't make me ok. Perfection is everything but from those lines I stray. Tragically blemished and so damn marred, can't I be just as flawless as they are? I don't wish to be real. It hurts to feel this way. All the time.... Sick in my skin wanna wash the reality away Jagged blades of demons nails rip at every fiber and pore. I peer in the mirror so often hoping I'll look different than before. Insecurity is my enemy Where is my reprieve from all this beauty seeking Sick in my skin, going under the knife again can you tweek this, erase that. suck a few more pounds of fat. I'm looking for filler to replace what's missing where it really matters. If my outside is pretty will you care that my innards are all in tatters. I wanna be the perfection I see in every magazine Wanna be the the new sensation of my block, you see Sick in my skin, can you be my prescription to cure what ails. Cut them demons' nails. __________________________________________________ ____ Just wallowing in the old misery tonight, lol. Husbands can be very insensitive and this song is inspired by that, its kind of a work in progress. Defeated -Deinna Mello Aren't you supposed to be the one who makes me feel good about myself? Aren't you supposed to say I'm wonderful everyday? Aren't you the one whose supposed to be in my corner instead of always putting me in my place? Aren't you supposed to love me unconditionally every piece and every part. Body, soul and this breaking heart. Chorus Why can't I have the courage to stand up and say I quit Why is it I've stuck thru it all, even the worse of it? I don't expect to be worshipped or treated as some hero But why is it so many times you make me feel less than zero? Aren't you supposed to be my private cheering squad Instead it seems like we are always at odds. Nothing I ever do is right, or close to good enough. Repeat chorus __________________ Since the government gets to use imaginary money to cover its ass, how come I can't use Monopoly money to pay my mortgage? Last edited by etherealme : 05-28-2006 at 12:25 AM.