Shape

Once somebody said my nose looks small from the left side of my head

So that's what I post on the Internet

All it takes is once

Some kid in math class likens you to a bus

And that's it, body dysmorphia

But I'm sick of hating God

For the shape I'm not

And I'd trade every fight I fought

For liking what I got

My first boyfriend said I was beautiful

Every time we laid in bed

Couldn't even try to believe it

Spent the whole damn time

Thinking he was such a dick to be lying

Couldn't even try to believe it

But I'm sick of wasting time

Wanting what's not mine

And I'd trade being mad at God

For liking what I've got

Don't be so pretty in front of me, front of me

Don't be so pretty, pretty

Don't be so pretty in front of me, front of me

Don't be so pretty, pretty

Don't be so pretty in front of me, front of me

Don't be so pretty, pretty

Don't be so pretty in front of me, front of me

Don't be so pretty, pretty

I'm sick of wasting time

Wanting what's not mine

And I'd trade being mad at God

For liking what I've got

Ah, liking what I've got, hm