Cherry lip apocalypse the world ends at our perfect hips
Sweetest smile on the internet.
How could I compete with that?
God perfected and I'm defective they say beauty's just
Subjective guess I never got the message call it Instagram depression
Don't be critical.
I'm so miserable.
I compare myself to all this physical
all things digital pretty on a screen
I wish that was me
I got self dysmorphia
A constant reminder I was made wrong
I wonder why
I wonder why
Dirty mirror on the wall.
Who's the fairest of them all?
It's not me,
but I could find a billion girls to fit that sight
And I'm just typecast as the friend I'll make you laugh,
but not the prettiest
I keep trying to work on me,
but you can't photograph a personality
Personality don't be critical.
I'm so miserable
I compare myself to all this physical
all things digital pretty on a screen.
I wish that was me
I got self dysmorphia
A constant reminder I was
made wrong
I got a phobia
This party be better with me and me gone
I wonder why