Dear, dear diary, where to start?
I think I suffer from a troubled heart
Let me share my theories
They come in three parts
First of all, I doubt myself
Second one is that I tend to dwell
Third is up, lonely as hell
What a mess

I'm sorry it took me all this time
To confess my mental crimes
But I think I'm ready now
So let me introduce you to my mind

Meet my insecurities
Let's count in, one, two, three
Not smart, not pretty like a star
Not weak, not tough
Not nearly good enough
Meet my insecurities
Let's count in, one, two, three
Not small, not skinny like a doll
Not sleak, not rough
Not nearly good enough

Mirror, mirror, mirror, mirror on the wall
I get anxious when I alcohol
Can't you see my agony?
Or don't you care at all?
All they ever say is to love yourself
But is it wrong to lack some confidence?
I know they can feel it too
We all do

I'm sorry it took me all this time
To confess my mental crimes
But I think I'm ready now
So let me introduce you to my mind

Meet my insecurities
Let's count in, one, two, three
Not smart, not pretty like a star
Not weak, not tough
Not nearly good enough
Meet my insecurities
Let's count in, one, two, three
Not small, not skinny like a doll
Not sleak, not rough
Not nearly good enough

Don't know where to start
It's like they're crawling down beneath under my skin
Seems like all they want
Feed of my confidence again
But I won't let them win

Meet my insecurities
Let's count in, one, two, three
Not smart, not pretty like a star
Not weak, not tough
Not nearly good enough
Meet my insecurities
Let's count in, one, two, three
Not small, not skinny like a doll
Not sleak, not rough
Not nearly good enough