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, down
Pretty hurts
We shine the light on whatever’s worst
Perfection is a disease of a nation
Pretty hurts, pretty hurts
Pretty hurts
We shine the light on whatever’s worst
Tryna fix something
But you can’t fix what you can’t see
It’s the soul that needs a 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, it’s the soul that needs surgery
(It's my soul that needs surgery)
Plastic smiles and denial can only take you so far
Then you break when the fake façade leaves you in the dark
You left with shattered mirrors and the shards of a beautiful girl
A beautiful girl
Pretty hurts
We shine the light on whatever’s worst
Perfection is a disease of a nation
Pretty hurts, pretty hurts
Pretty hurts
We shine the light on whatever’s worst
Tryna fix something
But you can’t fix what you can’t see
It’s the soul that needs a surgery