I'm so perfect you say  I'm so special, no one can compare  How can you see all these things in me?   I can't believe you    I'm looking in my funhouse mirror  I'm disgusted by what I see  I strain to catch a glimpse of the light   You claim to see around me    And the more I try to run away  The more you pull me back  And the more you try to love me   The more that I attack  I just can't see what you see in me  You want to destroy self-portraits that I paint  Through Picasso's eyes  But it's hard to discard  Weapons that I use   In my daily self-destruction    And the more I try to run away  The more you pull me back  And the more you try to love me   The more that I attack  I just can't see what you see in me  I'm sitting on the corner of paranoid and hopelessness  Waiting, waiting  For you to take me away  I'm always trying to get rid of you  When what I really want  Is for you to stay    And the more I try to run away  The more you pull me back  And the more you try to love me  The more that I attack  I just can't see what you see in me  I want to see what you see  I wish I could see what you see  In me