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I could be good, I could be prettyI could try harder to be greatI could be skinny, I could be rigidI'd rather eat alone than waitWhat's the one thing I could changeThere's so much here I hateWhen I'm all alone and picked apartWhat difference can I makeI could be niceI could be welcomingAnd act more like a friendI am constantly judging myselfOn how I lookAnd everything I've saidWhat in the world am I doingTo stop me from looking in mirrorsYou can't make meWhat will it takeTo accept and forgiveBecause hating myself has become religiousI could be good, I could be prettyI could try harder to be great From Letras Mania