Текст песни Pretty hurts - Untitled

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 worse
Perfection is a disease of a nation
Pretty hurts
We shine the light on whatever's worse
You try to fix something
But you can't fix what you can't see
It's the soul that needs a surgery

Blonder hair, flat chest
TV says bigger is better
South Beach, sugar free
Vogue says thinner is better

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 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
And you break when the faithless side
Leads you in the dark
You're left with shattered mirrors
And the shards of a beautiful girl

When you're alone all by yourself
And you're lying in your bed
Reflection stares right into you
Are you happy with yourself?
You stripped away the masquerade
The illusion has been shed
Are you happy with yourself?
Yes