If I Keep Biting My Tongue It'll Surely Bleed

Can you teach me how to see through your eyes
Cause I've lost sight of what is good in life
My mind has spilled over so many times
And my eyes are dry from the times that I've cried

I miss the days when we were young and alive
When the smallest things could make us smile
Now the only rational question is why
Perfection doesn't exist, so why even try?

Diet pills and plastic surgery are just a part of life
I don't agree, I never will. You won't convice me that it's right.
And now the pretty girls believe that they're wrong for knowing what they are.
I'd be such a hypocrite if i said my mind has never gone that far.

Now I'm starting to believe that everything I do and say is wrong
And I'm not so sure even I know where I belong anymore
Everytime I go and believe in someone, they seem to always turn away
And make it much less possible to want to go on another day

Maybe I'm opinionated, maybe I'm just scared of change
Or theres a definate chance that I just don't fit within your range
I know that I'm eccentric and probably just think a bit too much
But could you tell me where the beauty is in a place that won't accept people like us?