What command shall I receive today?
Which role shall I play?
The proud, curvy brown-skinned princess?
Or the short, flat chested nervous wreck?
What the hell do you want from me?
What shall I take from your endless killing spree?
Your message is fucking loud but its not fucking clear.
Eat, eat, eat
Diet, diet, diet
In one moment you preach acceptance
Then in the next cry for nothing less than perfection
Love yourself, enjoy
Improve yourself, killjoy
You make this a hard world to live in
For a woman, for a man, children
Who only want contentment
But this push and pull treatment
Only leads us into resentment
With ourselves, with society
Is it really a wonder why this world is consumed with anxiety?
