I could be good, I could be pretty    I could try harder to be great    I could be skinny, I could be rigid    I'd rather eat alone than wait      What's the one thing I could change    There's so much here I hate    When I'm all alone and picked apart    What difference can I make      I could be nice    I could be welcoming    And act more like a friend    I am constantly judging myself    On how I look    And everything I've said      What in the world am I doing    To stop me from looking in mirrors    You can't make me    What will it take    To accept and forgive    Because hating myself has become religious      I could be good, I could be pretty    I could try harder to be great