Oh, Tina’s losing faith in what she knows Hates

Oh, Tina’s losing faith in what she knows 
Hates her music, hates all of her clothes 
Thinks of surgery and a new nose 
Every calorie is a war 
While she wishes she was a dancer 
And that she’d never heard of cancer 

She wishes God would give her some answers 
And make her feel beautiful 

I remember feeling low 
I remember losing hope 
I remember all the feelings and the day they stopped 

We are, we are all innocent 
We are all innocent

One day, you’ll have to let it go 
You’ll have to let it go, no… 
One day, you’ll stand up on your own 
You’ll stand up on your own

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