[Verse1]
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

[Pre-Chorus]
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?

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 2]
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?
[Pre-Chorus]
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

[Chorus]
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

[Outro]
Misery loves company
And they'll never be your friend