Pretty Hurts

Mama said, you're a pretty girl

What's in your head it doesn't matter

Brush your hair, fix your teeth

What you wear is all that matters

Just another stage

Pageant the pain away

This time I'm gonna take the crown

Without falling down, down

Pretty hurts

Shine the light on whatever's worse

Perfection is the disease of a nation

Pretty hurts

Shine the light on whatever's worse

Tryna fix something

But you can't fix what you can't see

It's the soul that needs the surgery

Blonder hair, flat chest

TV says bigger is better

South beach, sugar free

Vogue says thinner is better

Just another stage

Pageant the pain away

This time I'm gonna take the crown

Without falling down, down

Pretty hurts

Shine the light on whatever's worse

Perfection is the disease of a nation

Pretty hurts

Shine the light on whatever's worse

Tryna fix something

But you can't fix what you can't see

It's the soul that needs the surgery

Ain't got no doctor or pill that can take the pain away

The pain's inside

And nobody frees you from your body

It's the soul, its the that needs surgery

It's the soul that needs surgery

Plastic smiles and denial can only take you so far

And you break when the fake facade leaves you in the dark

You left a shattered mirror

And the shards of a beautiful girl

Pretty hurts

Shine the light on whatever's worse

Perfection is the disease of a nation

Pretty hurts

Shine the light on whatever's worse

Tryna fix something

But you can't fix what you can't see

It's the soul that needs the surgery