I've wished to be like a model since I was 6

Wanting to change the body I was born with

Trying and abiding to perfect myself

God, I wish I was someone else

Lying for acceptance

Denying all indifference

I’m the problem I’m the one to blame 

My hands are not yet blood stained 

First, look the part

Starving and carving till my bones are showing 

It's a face, not a mask, don't let them see where it starts and ends. 

Are you happy yet?

Second, wanting the boys to look at you

Play the bluff

Still, not enough 

Are you happy yet?

Third, play the part

Don't be yourself, Be someone else

Be this not that, do this not that

Are you happy yet?

Now here I lie, upset the same

But above all, I have only myself to blame

My hands are covered in blood, I did the crime

Am I happy yet?