Dying To Be Thin

Oh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Oh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

Get the New York look
Get the Paris chic
Rimmel London on my lips
Clothes dangle like a sheet
Get the Milan look
Collarbones like knives
Ribcage like scaffolding from a building site
(Traces of yesterday run down your face)

Dying to be thin
Dieting to fit in
And dying to feel alive
Oh, dying from the inside out
Dying to be thin
Starving to be extra trim
Dying to feel alive
Oh, dying from the inside out

The inside out, the inside out
The inside out, the inside out
The inside out, the inside out
The inside out

How far can you walk
With bones so weak and thin?
Looking for an SOS
But don't know where to begin
Oh, you say there's nothing wrong
But under T-shirts you hide
And once there's no more flesh to shed, you'll fade away inside
(Stuck in a cycle that you can't escape)

Dying to be thin
Dieting to fit in
And dying to feel alive
Oh, dying from the inside out
Dying to be thin
Starving to be extra trim
Dying to feel alive
Oh, dying from the inside out

The inside out, the inside out
The inside out, the inside out
The inside out, the inside out
The inside out

Oh, oh, oh, oh, find me another skin
Oh, oh, oh, oh, find me another skin
Oh, oh, oh, oh, find me another skin
To live within, to live within, to live within
Whoa, oh, find me another skin
Whoa, oh, find me another skin
Oh, oh, oh, oh, find me another skin
To live within, to live within, to live within

Dying to be thin
Dieting to fit in
And dying to feel alive
Oh, dying from the inside out
Dying to be thin
Starving to be extra trim
Dying to feel alive
Oh, dying from the inside out

The inside out, the inside out
The inside out, the inside out (find me another skin)
The inside out, the inside out
The inside out, the inside out (find me another skin)
The inside out, the inside out
The inside out, the inside out (find me another skin)
The inside out, the inside out
The inside out