Written by: Seth Pohler and Barry M Kaye
I’m feeling kinda dysmorphic
Like my skin don’t fit my bones
Dysmorphic
I hear the voices, I’m never alone
Cut and scrape and burn and bleed
Turn into what you could be
Dysmorphic, dysmorphic
When you look in the mirror, what do you see?
Do you see what you could be?
Toned and tanned and pure and hot
Everything that you are not
Karma is cruel when you’re in your skin
I tried to get out but I’m locked in
So I’ll cut and scrape and burn and bleed. ‘Till I feel
Less dysmorphic
Don’t know how to explain it
I don’t really want to try
I need someone to hear me
But if I bring it up I’ll cry
I’ve been told that if I feel
I am not a man for real
Dysmorphic I think I’m dysmorphic
When you look in the mirror, what do you see?
Do you see what you could be?
Toned and tanned and pure and hot
Everything that you are not
Karma is cruel when you’re in your skin
I tried to get out but I’m locked in
So I’ll cut and scrape and burn and bleed. ‘Till I feel
Less dysmorphicI tell myself that I’ll do better
Look bette
Be better
I’ll starve myself until I'm better
Better for you
Better for me
When you look in the mirror, what do you see?
Do you see what you could be?
Toned and tanned and pure and hot
Everything that you are not
Karma is cruel when you’re in your skin
I tried to get out but I’m locked in
So I’ll cut and scrape and burn and bleed. ‘Till I feel
Less dysmorphic.
Dysmorphic
Dysmorphic
Till I feel… less.
