The Blues Lyrics

My mirror is my torture device

I study it religiously thirty times a day

I still hate my face

If this is self love

It hurts like a gunshot

Question my worth

Each time that I talk

What more

Is loving my self worth fighting for

I preach and I preach

But don't take my own advice

I smile through my pain and I never think twice

But hey, at least I look nice

I wish that I could just balter through the streets and sing

Absolutely horribly for everyone to see

But I'm still me

They say I light up every room

Do they know how hard I'm trying to

When they tell me I'm a star

Do they know how hard I'm trying not to fall apart

Longing for praise

A solo at the ballet

Longing for praise

A ticket on the getaway train

A straightaway train

From a life of clouds of gray

They say I light up every room

Do they know how hard I'm

Trying not to feel the blues

I wish that I were twisted

In eclectic fire

I could come out better

And so much bright than before

I don't wanna feel like this anymore

But these hunters with opinions

Keep tearing me to pieces

All these models on the web

Make me fucking lose it

I try so hard not to lose it

They say I light up every room

Do they know how hard I'm trying to

When they tell me I'm a star

Do they know how hard I'm trying not to fall apart

Longing for praise

A solo at the ballet

Longing for praise

A ticket on the getaway train

A straightaway train

From a life of clouds of gray

They say I light up every room

Do they know how hard I'm

Trying not to feel the blues

Longing for praise

A solo at the ballet

(The blues)

Longing for praise

A ticket on the getaway train

(The blues)

A straightaway train

From a life of clouds of gray

They say I light up every room

Do they know how hard I'm

Trying not to feel the blues