Whether you like me, or hate me, this is me.

In the end you’ll see you won’t stop me.

I embrace my body, and I embrace everything about myself.

So consumed in all your doom, trying hard to fill the emptiness.

The artists I look up to are the ones who push their own limits.

Mormons aren't gonna buy my album but, you know, what are you gonna do?

Who is that girl I see, staring straight back at me? When will my reflection show who I am inside?