Pretty Hurts

Intro: 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 Just another stage, pageant the pain away This time I'm gonna take the crown Without falling down, down Pretty hurts, we shine the light on whatever's worse Perfection is a disease of a nation, pretty hurts, pretty hurts Pretty hurts, we shine the light on whatever's worse Trying 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 Just another stage Pageant the pain away This time I'm gonna take the crown Without falling down, down Pretty hurts, we shine the light on whatever's worse Perfection is a disease of a nation, pretty hurts, pretty hurts Pretty hurts, we shine the light on whatever's worse Trying to fix something but you can't fix what you can't see It's the soul that needs the surgery Ain't got no doctor or pill that can take the pain away The pain's inside and nobody frees you from your body It's the soul, it's the soul that needs surgery (It's my soul that needs surgery) Plastic smiles and denial can only take you so far Then you break when the fake façade leaves you in the dark You left with shattered mirrors and the shards of a beautiful past Pretty hurts, we shine the light on whatever's worse Perfection is a disease of a nation, pretty hurts, pretty hurts Pretty hurts, we shine the light on whatever's worse Trying to fix something but you can't fix what you can't see It's the soul that needs the surgery 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? Are you happy with yourself? Yes