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 It's 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 for shine a light on whatever's worse Perfection is a disease of a nation Pretty hurts for shine a light on whatever's worse 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 pills 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 Plastic smile and denial can only take you so far Then you break when the fake facade leaves you in the dark Left with shattered mirrors and the shards of a beautiful girl A beautiful girl Pretty hurts Perfection is a disease of a nation Pretty hurts for shine a light on whatever's worse Tryna fix something but you can't fix what you can't see It's the soul that needs a surgery It's the soul that needs a surgery *