Since 8th Grade
Unveiling Self-Love Struggles: Since 8th Grade
Lyrics
Draw me like a rose
Feeling vulnerable and delicate, wanting to be portrayed artistically like a rose.
Like I'm feeble, like I'm a person
Expressing a sense of fragility and humanity.
I'm in a sea of frantic fish
Metaphorically placed in a chaotic environment, surrounded by anxious individuals.
And I'm stressed out cause I have
Feeling stressed due to uncertainty about one's appearance.
No idea what I look like
Expressing confusion about self-perception and identity.
And in every photograph it's different
Highlighting inconsistency in how one appears in photographs, leading to insecurity.
And I'm scared that if I look long enough
Fearful that prolonged self-examination will erode self-love developed in childhood.
I'll lose every ounce of
Concern about losing the sense of self-love.
Self-love that I had as a child
Reflecting on the diminishing self-love experienced since childhood.
It's been going away
Acknowledging the gradual decline of self-love over time.
Since eighth grade
Specifically noting the decline started in the eighth grade.
But if you paint me a portrait of my face
Suggesting a remedy or solution through artistic representation.
And my body
Extending the artistic representation to include both face and body.
Woman to woman I'd tell you that I'm not in the
Addressing another woman, sharing the emotional state regarding self-love.
Right state of mind to be asked if I know how to be loved
Expressing a lack of mental readiness to be questioned about knowing how to be loved.
Surely I've got a warped sense of reality
Admitting a distorted perception of reality, possibly influenced by self-image issues.
There's a pressure on me to look a certain way
Feeling societal pressure to conform to a certain appearance.
But I can't tell what's supposed to be right
Uncertainty about the right appearance, contributing to inner conflict.
So how could I love something I don't know
Questioning the ability to love something (oneself) without a clear understanding.
Woman to woman I'd tell you that I'm not in the
Repeating the sentiment when addressing another woman.
Right state of mind to be asked if I know how to be loved
Reiterating the mental unpreparedness to be questioned about knowing how to be loved.
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