I would rather be called untalented instead of fat
Isn't that fucking bizarre?
That we care less about how a person thinks
Just inches off their waist
And if they drive a nice car

At age seven, ice cream sundaes taste like heaven
But a moment on the lips last forever on the hips
At age thirteen, you say "What I eat will catch up to me"
God forbid I enjoy my teens
Will this make all the middle school boys like me?

Oh, I was taught to hate myself
And it's spreading like a disease
And you, you can win
If you show a bit of confidence
They'll use their words and
Try to mark up your skin
Misery loves company
And they want you to be like them

I wish I could be as small
As other make made feel
And if comparisons can be deadly
It's a miracle I'm still alive
Guess I learned, huh?

Now I'm age nineteen in the industry of bodies
On a stage I'll try and hide
Where no one's looking at my thighs
I'm learning to resent reality
You took the one I love the most away from me

Oh, I was taught to hate myself
And it's spreading like a disease
And you, you can win
If you show a bit of confidence
They'll use their eyes
To bore holes in my skin
Misery loves company
And they want you to be like them

Misery loves company
And they'll never be your friend