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