Pretty Hurts

Ms. Third Ward, your first question

What is your aspiration in life?

Oh, my aspiration in life

Would be

To be happy

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

We try to fix something

But ya can't fix whatcha can't see

It’s the soul that needs 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 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

We try to fix something

But ya can't fix whatcha 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 pains inside and nobody frees you from your body

It's my soul it's my 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 facade leaves you in the dark

Left with shattered mirrors and the shards

Of a beautiful past

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

We try to fix something

But ya can't fix whatcha can't see

It’s the soul that needs surgery

When you are alone all by yourself

When you’re lying in your bed

Reflection stares right into you

Are you happy with yourself?

Stripped away the masquerade

The illusion has been shed

Are you happy with yourself?

Are you happy with yourself?

Yes