"They don't know what you want
A tug of war against common sense
Don't wanna believe that I've overstepped

But it's so overwhelming
And I hope no-one can tell
'Cause the numbers keep decreasing
This ordeal is becoming routine, check

Arms back neck thighs suck it in and pinch my sides
The scales are betraying me, the mirror is a lie, yeah

Numbers
It all comes down to numbers
I know it's wrong but
Just because you know you're colorblind
Doesn't mean you can see the colors

Fine, I admit I'm addicted
But the hunger feels good, how do I quit this
I know I could die, I've seen the statistics
But the voice is with me through thick and thin"