Pretty

I never fit in in school, I wasn't wild, I wasn't cool, Got lost in the crowd, Far from standing out, I stayed in on Friday nights, Along with my thoughts, Trying to write a song for people just like me, Someone that no one sees, This is for the ones who don't feel pretty, The little bit strange, messed up, confused, This is for the ones that want to sing it with me, 5, 4, 3, 2, Oh, oh, oh, This is for the ones who don't feel pretty I always felt uninvited, I was different, tried to hide it, Didn't wanna get caught, being something I'm not, On the outside, looking in, A stranger trapped in my own skin, Had to make a change, Had to let the real me sing, This is for the ones who don't feel pretty, The little bit strange, messed up, confused, This is for the ones that want to sing it with me, 5, 4, 3, 2, Oh, oh, oh, This is for the ones who don't feel pretty Oh, oh, oh This is for the ones who don't feel pretty If you're feeling all alone, Left out like you're on your own, Lift your head up, don't you see, We're not that different, you and me Woah, woah, woah This is for the ones who don't feel pretty Oh, oh, oh Sing it with me, sing it with me Oh, oh, oh This is for the ones who don't feel pretty