Pretty Hurts

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, it's 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 you can't fix

what you can't see

It's the soul that needs the surgery

Plastic smiles and denial can only take you so far

Then you break when the fake facade leaves you

in the dark

You left with shattered mirrors and the shards of a

beatutiful girl

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 you can't fix

what you can't see

It's the soul that needs the surgery.