Cherry lip, apocalypse
The world ends at her 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 got a
Full me phobia
This party'd be better with me
Me gone
Hmm, I wonder why...
Hmm, I wonder why...
Dirty mirror on the wall
Who's the fairest of them all
Its not me
But I could find
A billion girls to fit that type
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
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
Full me phobia
This party'd be better with me
Me gone
Hmm, I wonder why...
Hmm, I wonder why...
