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 is all that matters."

Pretty Hurts

We shine the light on whatever's worst

Perfection is a disease of a nation

>>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

Blonder hair, flat chest

TV says, 

"Bigger is better."

South beach, sugar free

Vogue says, 

"Thinner is better."

>>Pretty Hurts

We shine the light on whatever's worst

Perfection is a disease of a nation

>>Pretty Hurts

Ain't got no doctor or pill that can take the pain away

The pain's inside and nobody frees you from your body

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 beautiful past

When you're alone all by yourself 

And you're lying in your bed

Reflection stares right into you

Are you happy with yourself?

You stripped away the masquerade

The illusion has been shed

Are you happy with yourself?

Yes