Average Girl

[interviewer & Adwoah Aboah]
Why in your body... Is it a good place to be?
I realised I just can’t-I can’t be anyone else
I might not love myself all the time
But...
I’m pretty here, I’m pretty alright

Woke up this morning feeling sad as hell
Another day I’ll spend inside my cell
I wanna scream but not a soul can tell
Need to find a way to run from myself

‘Cause it’s a long way
I’m losing all faith
As I’ve come to realise
I’ll never compare
It’s all so unfair
So I keep asking ‘why?’

I’m just an average girl
In a high class world
So it’s clear that I don’t fit in
I hate the way I move
Everything I do
And I can’t shake off the feeling

Oh, I pray it dies and disappears someday
But I’m afraid that I’ll always feel that way
‘Cause I’m just an average girl
In a top notch world
And I wish someone would fill in
For me

I gotta speak up, I’ve been holding this for too long
My younger self would hate that I’m always on my own
She’d say that I need to trust myself more and be strong
And I’m trying but all I come up with are sad songs

I can’t explain it
It’s just how I’m feeling
And it keeps me up at night
‘Cause I’ll never compare
It’s all so unfair
So I keep asking ‘why?’

I’m just an average girl
In a high class world
So it’s clear that I don’t fit in
I hate the way I move
Everything I do
And I can’t shake off the feeling

Oh, I pray it dies and disappears someday
But I’m afraid that I’ll always feel that way
‘Cause I’m just an average girl
In a top notch world
And I wish someone would fill in
For me

I’ll never be like the girls from the magazines
That I’d stare at all day hoping that it was me
Or who I dreamed of being when I was 17
I'll never be anything that I want and need

‘Cause I’m just an average girl
In a high class world
So it’s clear that I don’t fit in
I hate the way I move
Everything I do
And I can’t shake off the feeling

Oh, I pray it dies and disappears someday
But I’m afraid that I’ll always feel that way
‘Cause I’m just an average girl
In a top notch world
And I...

I’ll never be like the girls from the magazines
That I’d stare at all day hoping that it was me
Or who I dreamed of being when I was 17
I'll never be anything that I want and need