Self Dysmorphia

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 (dysmorphia) A constant reminder I was made wrong (made wrong, made wrong) I got a full, me phobia This party'd be better with me Me gone (me gone, me gone) Hmm, I wonder why? (Dysmorphia) Hmm, I wonder why? (Made wrong, made wrong) 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 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 (dysmorphia) A constant reminder I was made wrong (made wrong, made wrong) I got a full, me phobia This party'd be better with me Me gone (me gone, me gone) Hmm, I wonder why? (Dysmorphia) Hmm, I wonder why? (Made wrong, made wrong) (Dysmorphia)